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Aug 2012
Red
In full view perched there on the shelf
Decadent as you like, waiting to be owned.

I picked them up, placing them down onto the floor
Knowing they would be too big, the label told me so.
They were it was true.

Scouring the shelves produced only reds,
Blushing and pleading, staring back at me.

For one moment I considered them, but no not my colour.
I try them on briefly, just for size, perfect if only they weren’t
Ripe red.

I flirt with the idea, traipsing around the other outlets to hopefully
Secure the elusive winter white.  There were none at all,
Anywhere, not even red.

Resigned to doing without, I abandoned them.  Although,
I’m secretly hoping they’ll literally ‘pop up’ and appear....

As if by magic, next time.....
And as if by magic my mind was seduced by red..........................

Sitting proudly, granted their invitation to adorn the home they
so longed for, promising to pay up front with bold ripe reds
Laura Susan Smith
Written by
Laura Susan Smith  Warwickshire - England
(Warwickshire - England)   
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