Painting the Town Red

Image: Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954

If I must dream
then let it be thoughts
as light as air
with skies of blue
oceans too and
not a nightmare

for instead

I see this scene
in chaotic dream.

A fallen bride whose groom
already has an eye on
his next conquest

A watcher in the sky who
cannot disguise a smile upon
seeing the scarlet woman
so intent on
painting the town red.


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On hands and knees
to hide,
to blend into the scene
she becomes the quiet brave.

It took a forceful cunning
using tricks to save him
from the flames and then
yes, her master’s
dinner plate.

She didn’t understand how
it possibly could be
but she knew this dove was her
twinned soul
and even though she herself
was slave
she needed him to be free.

With energy borne of cosmic love
her heart skipped as they
exchange one last glance
to last for eternity.
One last shared thought
and with dramatic flair
one last push of will
and, wished kiss upon a breath of air

His flexible wings opened wide to take
in her breath and carry him up
to clouds on high.

The sweet release of letting go
will leave her richer for scars
she’ll later wear as the price
for setting him free.


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This is all fantasy based on the picture. I’ve written for this pic before but, it’s always intrigued me as to why she would be so dirty, on her hands and knees and blowing him a kiss as she sets it free. Why would she go to those length?
So, I came up with the thought of them being soul mates.  Who knows. Stranger things have happened.

Shared with Brenda W of The Sunday Whirl #51

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