against a white sky
rainbows all colours of blue
changes tomorrow
rainbow
when we are gone
when we are gone there will still be rainbows
light fractured through our loved ones’ tears
22 December
the singer presents rainbow notes of joy
though clouded sadness falls across the land
and tomorrow we know the sun will rise again
Inspired by James
skin sun hot
skin sun hot, salt streaked
roof terrace shower ice shock
light slants; we make our own rainbows
The Five-Colour Rainbow
Grandad called her his five-colour rainbow. She did not think about it while he was still alive; it was his name for her.
But then when the sad days were over it took over her life – a degree, a doctorate, a professorship and, of course, that book. ‘The Five-Colour Rainbow’ was more pre-ordered than read, but those who tried really appreciated the chapter headings and the way it finished with a question.
day and night I know that you care
no sun nor rain
a rainbow arced
dampened voices
sing in the dark
day and night I know you are there
day and night I know that you care
world, wonderful
on the motorway
from funeral to airport
a double rainbow
Horseshoe
The youngsters were pitching horseshoes on the green. Dino’s caught the peg, caught, spun and settled. The boys stared as a rainbow shone up from where the shoe lay, up, up and down again beyond the horizon of the hills. As one, they stood and walked towards home.
It rained and then the sun
It rained and then the sun
came out. There should have been
a rainbow but
there was not one to be seen.
The petrol on the puddle in the road
would have to do.
Kilcol scooped up the water
and held it in his cupped palm.
His hand shook lightly,
raising gentle waves that flashed
the blue-brown rainbow sheen.
The sun disappeared. Kilcol, bored,
dropped the water and wiped his hand.
The rainbow smeared across the pavement
for a while. Nobody noticed it.
More rain came. No sun.
Home from the sea
The flat flagged roof overlooked only by the burnt far hill, no eyes.
The midday sun burning bright at a midsummer angle,
rainbows splitting through the shower spray.
The hissing of salt-smeared skin.
simonsalento 