How to perceive red

From Christine Klocek-Lim’s brilliant site November Sky (which has recently undergone a redesign, so do go and check it out):

Red2How to perceive red
Christine Klocek-Lim

Consider the persistence of memory,
how once seen, a red moon lingers
with a cinnamon tingle.
Remember the black widow’s
crimson hourglass in the garage
behind your cherry-bright bicycle.
Conjure the blood-lost wrench
of miscarriage: how the rose-
leather sofa, too soft for sorrow,
held the cast of a ruddy sunset.

Then there’s the leaden weight of rust,
how the muffler lost its battle with snow
and salt and dropped unexpectedly
because the pipes were rotten.
Your scarlet gloves sponged
the road’s grime and never washed clean.
Bleach was not a good idea. Fuschia
is not your favorite color.

Recollect the paint of death
on the ocher mummy, her curled
fingers stopped over the heart
with tragic calm. You could
not bear the quiet and fled
to the paintings, found Rubens’
Samson and Delilah.
There is no forgetting
the abandon of reason for passion.

Witness the autumn leaves dropped
like garnets on the front step,
how Mars rose in the east at dusk.
See the cardinal poised on the sill,
vermilion plumage puffed as thick
as your son’s maroon scarf
against your arm.
Consider the persistence of love,
how, once felt, it’s coral glow lingers
in memory’s quiet room, how red
is the color of the heart.