Aug 8, 2012
“Lipstick” by Maggie Butt
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.