Describing the colour red to a blind person

It feels like blood, slithering down

It is sometimes hot, sometimes warm.

Acrid maybe, or a pungent smell,

Once recognised, it isn’t hard to tell.

It could burn your tongue; or be completely sweet,

It is festive and happy, like a child’s treat.

You can hear it rushing, like a city bus,

You can hear it soaring in a robin’s flight,

The sign of danger, cautioning your tread,

This is how it looks, the colour red.