Fire and Blood

 

The color red has guts

the paint on our front door

the sports car I always wanted

my mother’s hair

blowing in the wind

a geranium red

an anemone red

a dahlia poppy tulip red

danger ahead

tides in Florida

flames across the West

the harvest moon hangs

low along the red

stain of the dying sun

anger spawning

everywhere

fractured bloodlines

the color red

at our front door

 

Poem and Photo by windflower Townley

windflower, her wife, border collie and mini aussie live on the Mendocino Coast in Northern California. She attended the University of Massachusetts in Amherst for her undergraduate (English) and graduate (M.Ed. in English) degrees. She co-founded the Feminist Arts Program at the University of Massachusetts Women’s Center where she published and edited, Chomo Uri, a women’s multi-arts magazine and produced the first National Women’s Poetry Festival in 1976. Her poetry has been published in several journals and in a handful of anthologies. windflower is also a photographer celebrating the poetry in nature.