Mmmmmm, no. This is not to one of the images that Miz Q has provided (although they now sit in a folder). But, it does involve red. I’m trying. Really.
For a couple of summers, while studying for my Masters in Mallorca, I spent a number of hours watching the dance between matador and bull. A whole channel on television is dedicated to it. I found the technique mesmerising (oh, stop throwing things — I didn’t say I liked it). Red fascinates me as a colour. In a desperate attempt to attach to Barbara’s prompt, this is my offering:
The scarlet lining of the cape
flares its tongue of flame–
like a fiery rope of peppers
splashed against a whitewashed wall–
burns the bull.
The horns of the bull dance
to the scarlet lining’s lead, scatter
a skein of crimson–like drops
of paint streaked across the sandy floor–
burn the bullfighter.
The blade of the sword
slides between the shoulders
like the knife-edge of the horns,
redly, slides through skin,
I like it but need to wrestle it around some more. I have this feeling of allowing myself to be indulgent ;-D