Hood And Hooked

Red is what stands out

In a memory

The taste of skin and salt

Of summer sun and

An artic breeze.

 

Blood Red is what stands out

In a memory.

Yesterday seems a

World away,

All that’s left

Are stills of smiles.

 

 

Memories chase

Themselves around

Our aching minds

And we close our eyes

And listen to the Red.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

The rhythm of this almost makes it feel like a sort of childrens chant, but the words are nothing like it. I love the repition of 'Red is what stands out in a memory.' It's such a striking line. And 'Memories chase/Themselves around/Our aching minds,' I love it. x