Love is rage and red

Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Love is rage and red,
the amber eyes of a screech owl
patient —
waiting for mice that never comes.

Love is midnight venom
wrapped in cotton
silk bowed words and growls at dawn;
love is sage,
you are love and love is you.

Sometimes
love wears plimsolls and a cotton dress
dances with the waves
and sleeps with sand on sun warm skin,
at other times love is ice
relentless hail or
the subtle way the morning fog
may glaze my face. Still
love is rage and red.

Red Nude Sitting Up by Marc Chagall

I’m hosting dVerse MTB tomorrow and the theme is metaphors. I want you to avoid similes and cliches. Make them strong and unique (be careful with moons and roses). Join us when we open at 3 PM EST.
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September 13, 2017

32 responses to “Love is rage and red

  1. This is a very good and interesting poem. Well done.

    I especially like these:

    “the amber eyes of a screech owl
    patient”

    “Love is midnight venom
    wrapped in cotton
    silk bowed words and growls at dawn;
    love is sage”

    “the subtle way the morning fog
    may glaze my face”

  2. Holy! wow!!!

    My favorite lines:

    “Love is midnight venom
    wrapped in cotton
    silk bowed words and growls at dawn;”

    Bjorn, where did all this come from? Not only is this incredible poem a metaphor, but its a metaphor of surrealism at its best and the concept of love is well expressed within the context of your magnificent poem. 🙂

  3. Oh you do this so well, my friend. “Love Is” That is a phrase we’ve used in our family for many many years….no words before, none after. Now I know that words that come after! Beautifully done! 🙂 And thanks for hosting with this wonderful prompt!

  4. Love is all those things Bjorn. Such a wonderful collection of metaphor. I’m out teaching this evening so will be late to the bar but have linked up early. Have an evening that is a night at the fairground.

  5. Love is–could be a novella, rife with metaphor, or a primer, or an encyclopedia–and yet only in your words do we find your wonderfully creative and off-center perspective; and right on with that; nothing more boring then that which is truly linear or perfectly centered. You hooked me with /silk bowed words and growls at dawn/.

  6. You’ve metaphored wonderfully in this poem Bjorn. My favourites have to be:
    ‘Love is midnight venom
    wrapped in cotton
    silk bowed words and growls at dawn’;
    ‘Sometimes
    love wears plimsolls and a cotton dress
    dances with the waves’;
    and
    ‘the subtle way the morning fog
    may glaze my face’.

  7. Very lovely, – my favourite bit is “Sometimes
    love wears plimsolls and a cotton dress
    dances with the waves
    and sleeps with sand on sun warm skin” I think you have encapsulated many many types of love.

  8. “Love is… / the amber eyes of a screech owl / patient — / waiting for mice that never comes.” You, no doubt will have several “amens” for this thought-stream. Nice working of a poem, Bjorn!

  9. “the subtle way the morning fog may glaze my face”..I love this line. So many excellent metaphors in this poem – Now if I had read this before I posted mine, I might have done better!

  10. love is a fierce emotion.

    ‘love wears plimsolls and a cotton dress
    dances with the waves
    and sleeps with sand on sun warm skin,’ – i really admire this part, the warm bliss of being love.

  11. So many qualities of love, but here ‘rage and red’ are the defining ones, prefacing and concluding love. Like the bloody under-belly of that Corinthians verse, “Love is patient, love is kind…”

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