Wednesday, February 26, 2020


Weekly Scribblings #7 asks us to write
as inspired by red fruit, and my brain
was flooded with a stream of consciousness
of all things red.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
February 26, 2020



Crimson poppies in Flanders fields… carmined
lips of Scheherazade … roses are red and I love
you .. right turn on red … blood of legions of
young men and women spilled in countless
 wars … sweet, tart strawberry ripened on
the vine …  color of the dress my mother wore
the first time my father saw her …  sun-warmed
tomato from the garden … scarlet letter of Hester
Prynne …  ruby flash of the wing of a cardinal
on a snowy day …  rosy red apple that fell far
from the tree … russet red breast of the first
Spring robin … warm cherry pie with dip of
ice cream …  red, white and blue my country
‘tis of thee … the crimson tide …Dorothy’s
slippers … Superman’s cape … and, lastly,
 read is what I hope these words get (groan).

Image is my own digital art.


  1. This is absolutely lovely! I love how you have incorporate the images here, making it into an unforgettable read. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Beverly 🍎💝

  2. I'm laughing at your little joke on your readers at the end. Delightful!

    1. Glad you caught that. I was afraid it might be lost!

  3. No groaning allowed ... beautifully done!

  4. Beautifully put together, so much more than just a list – though I love all your examples too, even (or especially) the pun.

  5. I loved Dorothy's slippers and superman's cape! For some reason I imagined that sparkle and magic against strength of steel. Read and Enjoyed.

  6. I red it too. Dorothy's that one too:)

  7. You don't have to be red (read) faced about your assessment of the poem we will like it extra of we laugh!

  8. I love all the different kinds of red in your ‘free association’ poem, Bev, and the cheeky play on words at the end! I’m particularly fond of crimson poppies and remember the first time I read The Scarlet Letter, which made me very defiant on Hester’s behalf. Sadly, I’ll never get to see the ‘ruby flash of the wing of a cardinal on a snowy day’, but we have been blessed with the ‘russet red breast of the first Spring robin’ - in fact we have two!

  9. It's like a red "mind palace"!

  10. I like how red became an interjection and added a level of energy to each snapshot of living you described.

  11. Gorgeous.

    It's also a Taylor Swift song (and album). :)

  12. I came true to your final hope, Beverly, finally. My garden favorite was the "strawberry ripened on
    the vine ..." I've eaten many of those, warmed in the sun.