all that bleeds red

I’m not sure where I am going with this title, except that I really like its construction.

I imagine it will work its way into one of my poems at some point.

blood spatter.jpg

Appropros to a previous post, the following poem has the same title as an album by Taylor Swift.  Two of my favorite songs from that album, that I haven’t already posted, are below.

Appropos to this post, the most relevant part of Trouble are these lyrics:

Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago.
I was in your sights, you got me alone.
You found me, you found me, you found me.

Of course, Little Red Riding Hood plays into the development of this poem too.

little red

Red

hunters and warriors travel in packs;
keeping tight form covers all of their backs.

fear catches the wind and all the dogs howl;
blood splatters the trail and all the grunts growl.

I muse if they feel it: the coming storm;
or if they’re just hot for somebody warm.

I am small but enraged, hounded too long;
I sense the lone wolf vacating the throng.

flick of my wrist and he’d hang from the tree;
nod of my chin and he’d snap at the knee.

he doubles back to where it is wetter;
such a good tracker: still, I am better.

I hear the exhale of his rapid breath;
my bare throat he covets, plotting my death.

such a stunning beast, but such a bonehead;
down a slippery slope, now Death is dead.

Categories my inklingsTags

Comments are closed.

Hours I own all of these ideas, but none of these images.
%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close