The Real Red
Prize Winner, SLQ Poetry Competition (April 2010)
Everything you've read about me is a lie:
I detest the colour red, look away
at the sight of ketchup, traffic lights
and postboxes. I like the colour blue.
Or yellow. Yellow's good. The old woman?
I visit my Nan, who runs a B&B in
come back stinking of the sea and
Pets? I once befriended a fox in my
fed it greenish strips of bacon studded
with bluebottles. Didn't seem to mind.
But a fox isn't exactly a wolf, is it
And reports of footage of me on the
Those costumes aren't mine. I know
about special effects or make-up. I can't
do impressions; have never been to a
Listen, my name is Dave. I work in an
Christian Ward 2010