Cherry Red

Debra Simon
Jul 15, 2019 · 1 min read
Photo by Joel Filipe on Unsplash

Cherry red was once
lollipop sticky fingers,
watermelon dripping chin,
and clown bright popsicle lips.

Cherry red was once
bold crayon drawn hopes,
candy sweet valentines,
and dreamy princess party shoes.

Her pants were cherry red,
her face was down,
cradled in his shirt,
her arm around him
in one last hug,
they lay lifeless in muddy water
drowned.

Cherry red is no longer
a childhood color.

It is now the
fiery laceration
of virulent nationalism,
the raging sepsis
of bigotry,
the necrosis
of human decency.

And words deteriorate,
like festering carrion,
as vultures
shred and devour
the remnants of
our democratic ideals.

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

Debra Simon

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Freelance writer, teacher, exuberant knitter, lover of words and dogs| simon.debraj@gmail.com

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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