Pomegranate red

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Is this the red that it should have
dispersing art on painters’ canvas?
the red that matadors withhold from charging bulls,
the basis of a fare lady’s smile?

Is this the red that brightens skies,
turning green leaves to yellow
while branches shaking at the wind
to cast a morning mist?

I think it may just be the red
of Venus bare, emerging
the red of blossomed vibrant hearts
that meet in flesh, god Eros.

Iakovos Garivaldis

2 thoughts on “Pomegranate red”

  1. Excellent, my dear poet!
    Αλλά να μιλήσω ελληνικά γιατι είναι η γλώσσα , που με αυτην αγαπω κι ονειρεύομαι….
    “κόκκινο ,τί είναι κόκκινο;
    Μια κηλίδα έρωτα
    στο λευκό του θανάτου!
    Τζένη Κ.

  2. I thank you dear Jenny,
    for your encouraging comment.

    Pomegranate red is real fake blood (just break it apart)
    or real color of fake blood
    that can bring feelings of despair
    when we fear its affecting loved ones.

    A perfect tool for poetry
    to mark and describe extremities.

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