They say red is hot-headed
fiery and volatile.
On the contrary, hers
is the longest wavelength,
her frequency of peaks and troughs
is, of all colors, least.
She is calm, even-keeled,
slow to trough, slow to peak.
(For the combination PhotoPlay and poetry prompts at The High Calling and T.S. Poetry)
I like your reds! Mine somehow turned a bit green
*love*
Those photos are so great. I tell you, I have one of those redheads. I don’t know if “hot-headed” describes him either. Maybe more…walks to the beat of a different drummer.
Cool poem. Like the photos, too.
Put me down for a *love.*
Way to play along here, Monica.
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mmmm – this is lovely, and your images nearly sing! I really like the way you’ve given red a personality, one she has already, but you like her when you’re done, really, really like her!