Blood Red

Red as a ripened berry, swelling with life-giving nourishment

Red as a roaring flame, flickering scarlet heat or burning unquenchably

Red as a robin’s chest, flitting through misty morning skies

Red as a ruby ring, a reminder of promises made to cherish and love

Red as the remembrance poppy, lying on the cold grey graves

      Where the dried blood has long since faded into stone

              Where the corpses rest unmoving

                       Where I whisper

                  ‘We all bleed the same’