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Thursday, 21 May 2026

Star Filled Skies - The Red Whose Father Is The Knife (John Berger)

At first reading I thought you were on speed

Or that you had taken one two many

Of your painkilling drugs


But then I let your words slow me down

I discovered a new wavelength

I saw, and felt, your continuum


From white, to red, to black

Exactly as it is in life John

From birth, to being, to death


Best of all though, you took me back 

Back to my childhood bedroom, where

Model aeroplanes hung from the starry ceiling


My father used to sit on my bed to tell me 

The names of all of the colours in the world

He was the first to give me Cadmium Red


He spoke of red being an emotional colour

Indeed the highest of the high emotions

Coming along, at the beginning, and end of life



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