Red’s own story

“And whenever I’m in a situation where I’m wearing the same as 600 other people and doing the same thing as 600 other people, looking back, I always found ways to make myself different, whether it be having a red lining inside of my jacket, having red shoes, it hasn’t changed.”
– Jeremy Irons

“When in doubt wear RED.”
– Bill Blass


Red’s Own Story


She is the thick

Slick enamel

That covers my nails

A pointer when tracing

Concentric circles

On bare flesh

She is the sports car

Darting along the highway

Hugging the curves

Turning an eye

She is the ripe

Succulent strawberry

Her flesh firm

Yet yielding

Tantalizing dipped in dark chocolate

Suits her best

She is the

American beauty

Long stemmed, heady fragrance

Her tight buds unfurl

Exposing her inner delicacy

We forget the thorns

She is the creamy dark war paint

On my lips

A signature

When and where

I choose to leave my mark

She is fire

On the move

Churning inside

Rising up

Beckoning me on

She is





Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

12 thoughts on “Red’s own story”

  1. I love this Lea! the following really resonates with me :
    “She is fire
    On the move
    Churning inside
    Rising up
    Beckoning me on
    She is

    Bravo! 😀

  2. As a redhead I always said I wore my passion on my head and in my heart. As an aging redhead, now it is only visible from my heart.

    1. Ah, my half-sister had red hair. Many said that was the reason she had such a temper? She is ten years older than I and born in Canada but her hair hasn’t been red in a very long time… 😉

    1. Liz, I couldn’t have asked for a better response! You are so kind. Now you have me grinning. It was just a bit of fun and I’ve long associated the color red with defiance (my own I think). I wish I had seen this last night but never mind, I see it now and I can’t stop grinning. Thank you.

      1. Thank you once again. I got a kick out of writing it but a bigger one to your response. That just made my day (and it was one of those days.)

      2. Please understand, it was the birthday and I was going for defiant, or at least cheeky… 😉

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