Color Challenge - Monday - A Red Rose

Red has many associations but top on the list will be love, blood, danger and fire. It represents warmth, strength, energy, confidence, excitement, passion, courage and determination.

Red is highly visible and attracts immediate attention. Restaurants use red as it is believed to stimulate your appetite. The colour red represents good luck in China and used to be the traditional colour for a wedding dress. A red ruby is the traditional fortieth wedding anniversary gift. The red rose is a symbol of love, romance and passion.

Some sayings/idioms we often use:

• Red tape: A set of rules/formalities/regulation/steps followed generally by government which might seem unnecessary and slow a process down or prevent it completely.
• Red carpet treatment: when you receive special treatment.
• I am seeing red: you are very angry
• I am in the red: Meaning that you are financially at a loss
• Caught red handed: You catch someone on the spot while they were busy doing something wrong.
• Waving the red flag: Literally - waving a red flag to signal danger or metaphorically – a problem requiring your attention.
• Paint the town red: Go and have fun, a crazy party filled with excitement.

"Red" by SunnySummers
Red is a fading sunset on the horizon.
It’s a burst of flame;
A spray of the fire leaping towards us.
It’s the heat of the warm afternoon.
It’s the face of an angry teacher.
It can also be an embarrassed pupil.
It’s a flickering flame of a tiny candle.
It’s the spark able to spread the wildfire of love.
Red is the color of heat.
It’s full of passion.
It’s bold.
Red won’t tolerate injustice.
It’s hard and unfortunately stubborn.
Red will never give in.
Even when it needs to.
Red has the brawn of an ox,
The skill of a pride of lions,
And even the diligence of a colony of fire ants.
It does not back down or grow weary.
Red stands his ground firmly.
It’s charming and romantic.
Red is like a harvest of fresh raspberries:
Satisfyingly and deliciously juicy.
Red is optimistic.
Red is the color of a rising dawn that glides across the morning sky and through the misty white clouds.
It’s the hot July sun, beating down on your entire body, and filling you with warmth.
It’s the thorn that gets to prick your fingers when you choose to hold it.
But it’s also a precious rose, that will always smell sweeter and sweeter than before.
Red, by any other name, would still remain red.

Poem Credit

LADY IN RED - Chris De Burgh

Music Credit

Photos were taken with a Samsung A3, 2017.