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from Lipstick

In war time women turn to red
swivel-up scarlet and carmine
not in solidarity with spilt blood
but as a badge of beating hearts.

 

This crimson is the shade of poets
silenced for speaking against torture,
this vermillion is art
surviving solitary confinement,

 

this cerise defies the falling bombs
the snipers taking aim at bread-queues,
this ruby’s the resilience of girls
who tango in the pale-lipped face of death.

(Based on observations in Bosnia and Afghanistan by war photographer Jenny Matthews.

Confirmed by the Max Factor catalogue 1945.)