* The title of a song by Split Enz
Thanks to beachcomberaustralia at flickr for this photo
As Elaine from Poetry Thursday suggested, I looked out for the colour red today and noticed it was everywhere - usually in small spots. Lights, signs, geraniums, tomatoes, autumn leaves, in M's latest paintings (and the colour of his dog Jedi's dog-collar.) Even the spaceship in the book I'm reading at the moment is red.
ABM's father is an artist and he says every painting should contain the colour red somewhere because the eyes like to see a bit of red.
I wrote this poem about four years ago now. It hasn't made the cut for my new collection and I don't really know what to do with it. But I like it and I keep it in my Poetry Stack in honour of the memory of receiving at seven years old a shoulder purse for my birthday (or I'm thinking now maybe it was a First Communion present.) I was in love with that purse. (I wonder what eventually happened to it?) I loved the smell of it. I wanted to eat it, it looked so tantalising.
I haven't owned a red hand-bag since - the one I've got at the moment is brown leather and I don't feel like eating it.
A birthday present, it went with me
I ask my parents,
“When I go to heaven can I take it with me?”
this plastic shoulder-purse, as shiny as red
as a ruby rosary; as my auntie’s lipstick;
was for me forever after, the ultimate;
it was as far as the colour red goes.