What a picture I'm getting in my head of a sunburned child with red hair on parched land... with green nails. I wonder what you pictured.
I like what you pictured better than what I pictured. It feels deeper.My picture was simply just death, murder with a knife.
yeah, i got that murder vibe, possibly involving jealousy...good stuff =)
Jealousy, that's interesting. Funny how I can see my own poem interpreted so many different ways.
I just pictured colors. You know when you want to pick a color for font and they give you the red spectrum? That's what I imagined and then the green threw me off but stood out amongst all the red. Which makes me think of how bold the color red can be. Green isn't such a color but when it's stuck in with all the red, it becomes bold. Ooh, I really like that. Thanks for sharing.
I love the poem. Very nice. I filled out your tag questions and posted them on my blog today. Sorry I didn't get to it sooner. It was super fun. Thanks.
Interesting poem, Brooke! I love how green just suddenly threw me off. I got the hint of murder. ^__^ I like what Tara said about jealousy, too.
This reminds me of the red woman Melisandre in George R.R. Martin's books.
Do you think of anything else anymore, Michael?
Wow, I was way off!
Love it, I must admit I did think (when I saw red pavement) that it must be blood ;)