Poetry From Lynnfield HS, MA

apples hanging from a tree,
wild garden roses,
LOVE.

Red sounds like spurting blood
from a deer hit by a car,
it sounds triumphant
like castle horns blowing,
like the sounds of salsa dance music.

It tastes like blood in your mouth
after a fight,
spicy chili peppers,
cinnamonny.

If you could touch red
it would feel soft like a satin prom dress,
like a crushed velvet pillow,
hot like a glowing coal
at once inviting - then harsh, burning.

If red could
it would burst from a volcano,
it would paint the sunset.
Red would
CHA, CHA, CHAaaaaa.