Scarlet Woman

~~~~~

She jumps and cackles

with her red skirts bellowing

around her like halos of scarlet

neon

And the crackle in her voice

is smokey and dark

against the low groan

of the night’s deep baritone

I wonder at such a light

that feeds on the darkness

and jumps in its moans

with lungs bursting

from a hunger so consuming

How do you fill such a need

so greedy

when the scorch stings

in little pin pricks of golden orange

and burns the face off the everyday

hissing in the corner

~~~~~

Author notes

art credit:
Deep red II by Andre Schrooten

moves like red by Cat. 650 points, ended November 11, 2007, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
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storiesuntold
December 7, 2007
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Very good write here
Speaking in volumes how we are destructive to our own bodies yet we continue
Kansas June
November 15, 2007
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wow. This is amazingly potent. I have these overwhelming moods of restlessness that overcome me sometimes, and it's either hide out until they pass, or I get edgy and things tend to get a little nutty. This poem reminded me of those restless moods perfectly. You've got such a way with words and imagry, I'm just really happy I get to read them :
Cup-a-Joe
November 11, 2007
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Great write
Congradulations( I hope I spelled that right).
Nice poem.
Joe
AJ Morelli
November 11, 2007
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this is a very good write and a wonderful entry in the contest...

i like this one

al
Cat
November 11, 2007
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excellent- really love this piece- it moves red and resolute down the page-
i love the cackles and skirts and scarlets of that first stanza- right into the crackle
of the second-
if i was to pick anything apart here- which i am hesitant to do.. i would eliminate a so

but this is a great piece and a pleasure to find here

m
rebeka
November 8, 2007
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very red, very perfect, love the red skirts and the whole thing just blazes with rich red fire