The Power of Red Cinnabar so like cinnamon in name, exotic in nature, toxic mercury at its heart. The Romans knew its vermilion power; Titian clothed his figures in its deep red. Ground to powder, its flame illuminated manuscripts, monks’ records of godly faith. Now a modern master deepens the storm flood he creates, a flurry of competing angles, lines, curves and yellowed space, stamped with carmine edge. So many people sucked into the maelstrom of war, each generation unforgiving, intractable, swallowed in a whirlpool of hate, bloodied eyes, blood-red. Sue Wallace-Shaddad Sue Wallace-Shaddad has an MA in Writing Poetry from Newcastle University/Poetry School London. Her short collection A City Waking Up was published by Dempsey and Windle October 2020. Sue was highly commended in the Plough Prize, 2021 and has many poems published online and in anthologies. Sue writes poetry reviews and is Secretary of Suffolk Poetry Society. https://suewallaceshaddad.wordpress.com/
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July 2025
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