Don’t Wear Red Tonight

Please don’t wear red tonight.

Red is a colour that I love
A colour that I loathe
Red is the colour of love and my dreams
White roses they make no more.
Red is the stiff tea
Brewed at the teashop on the street
And painted red is the
Clown’s nose tip.
The matador swinging a scrap of red
Drives all bulls into a rage
Luscious lips wine red
Utter sweet nothings
Promises of love and sweet bondings.

Do not see red
Not tonight nor evermore
Red is the colour of blood
The universal colour of gore.

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

4 thoughts on “Don’t Wear Red Tonight

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    It’s interesting how our views and responses to something as simple as a colour is actually historically/culturally determined.Different Cultures assign different meanings.And Red has always been one that which connotes danger or beware.”Red as the stiff tea as brewed in the teashop”,is definitely one more to add to the canon.


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