Red was her color
Bold and tall was she, in love with the world
Her vitality expressed with vigor and precision
Though dismissed by many as egregious.
Dipped deep crimson red lipstick being her signature
Red was her color
An ambitious, intellectually rapacious woman was she
Burning with rage and genius, no man ever understood her
She felt too ordinary, too strange
Blazing jaunts and exquisite haunts a façade
Though red was her color
She was a conventional puritanical practical girl
Her quill assumed a bolder character
An expression defying a maze of signifiers
Often breaking down stereotypes
Red was her color that was ripe and alive
Her fiery image never vampy though complicated for the era
She rebelled against conflicting signals
Through an announcing shout of her visual signature
Red was her color
Pradnya Surve