A Writer's Cramp entry, of dreamtime reds
|Smelling crimson, the
queen of a populance poses
reclined on rose-petal robes
where once she lay with royalty.
Seeing red, a
murderess exacts revenge upon
past attackers (who got away
- as it turns out - with nothing).
Hearing Scarlett, the
hero hunkers down to hide;
watching her tantrum firsthand,
he plots an ill-fated flirtation.
honeybee confectioners confer
with past pollinated primrose,
blooming under moonbeams.
Touching ruby, a
prince hefts gem-encrusted scepter,
passes it hand to hand in anger
and fells it on a memory.