It is rage,
fists clenched so tight
your fingers ache,
teeth grinding.

a blushing heat
stealing into your cheeks,
making you dream of
sweet, innocent,
close-mouthed kisses.

clouding your mind,
a desperate need for

The tight, painful prickle of
sunburn and

The warm comfort of
a hot water bottle on
a crisp night.

It is the sear
of ice against
naked flesh.

The wail of a siren
that only ever heralds
pain and tragedy.

The obnoxious screech
of a fire alarm
jolting you from a sound sleep and
flooding you with adrenaline.

The crackle of a fire as
you snuggle with your lover
on a soft rug and
whisper promises and

It is the tart punch
of a pomegranate
as the seeds slide
down your throat.

The mellow heat
of mulled wine
seasoned with cinnamon
and star anise.

The plastic flavour
of lipstick,
leaving you wishing for

Red is a contradiction.

Author: Elle

Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.

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