Dominique Hecq # 12 - Red - after Melinda Smith & Co
Red
The sun, a glistening carmine clot. She daydreams, her ears plugged with Red Hot Chili Peppers. Contemplates the ruby on her finger. Takes a bit of her Royal Gala. Punches keys on her KreAtiV laptop that go clickety-click at each brush of her cherry-lackered nails. A shadow hovers above the window. She is caught red-handed.
A conversation in poetry involves a bunch of poets and fellow travellers (e.g. painters, photographers, translators) in an informal conversation taking the form of the work itself; that is, people respond in kind to each other’s creative efforts.
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