Red on Gold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's the autumn of your life, and you're still clinging to spring. Written for a whole class of women, not just one individual.

Submitted: April 21, 2007

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You’re a red-on-gold woman
crimson dye on peroxide hair
and beneath it all, streaks of gray
tell everyone who passes about the man
you think you’ve forgotten.

You’re a red-on-gold woman
and you wear a drop of garnet blood
in a faux gold band around your finger
where his ring used to be
and beneath that band, a red streak
because your first ring just didn’t fit you right.

You’re a red-on-gold woman
with cherry-fusion blush on sallow cheeks
trying to fill in the lines
where you used to laugh. Scarlet streaks
where your tears used to glimmer.

You’re a red-on-gold woman
ripe ruby lipstick over yellowing ivories,
stained lips that he used to kiss
back when they were fresh. Little lines that say
you haven’t quite forgotten.

You’re a red-on-gold woman.
Every blood-drop tear leaves a trail of rust
in the tarnish on your soul.

And you know what? You haven’t forgotten--
but you’d look thirty years younger
if you stopped looking in the mirror.

 


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