I look out
through my grimy window,
and see the rain
falling in clumps,
slowly diminishing,
and about to leave.
There is a hint of Sun
in the offing,
and so I head out.
I seek a viewpoint
from where to begin
my search;
and, as if by magic,
a ‘bow appears.
The race is afoot!
Russet
Auburn
Indigo
Neige
Brown
Orange
White
Well, that’s the sort of Rainbow
that I can relate to.
Her name was on the list,
an attendee not to be missed;
but, she never took her seat,
never got to eat
with the big boys:
the Glorious Sun;
the dark, brooding clouds;
the persistent breeze,
who shook awake the trees;
the falling down, getting up again, rain.
No, my Rainbow, she never came.
And I know she had a beautiful dress
to wear for the occasion –
although she’d worn it before –
I longed to see it just once more.
We went out walking,
and we got wet;
then, the Sun came out,
and, yet…
I had to cry out
(It was almost a shout,
into the sky)
‘Where is my Rainbow?”
It wasn’t there…
why?
The rain had been,
and was on its way back,
the Sun shone briefly, somewhere,
and a Rainbow was birthed.
And I could see ‘both’ ends,
one in a field to my left,
one in a field, ahead, and to the right;
they were both, in one turn of the head,
within my sight.
But, which to chase,
and would there be gold to find,
the possibilities traversed my mind;
and, at that moment,
the Sun lost its view,
and the rain blew into my face,
and washed the rainbow away.
I stood there speechless,
there was nothing left,
to say.
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There was rain,
then sun,
but, rainbows, none.
I wrote a little poem about it,
this is the one.
Just the other dydh ,
I saw a Kammneves in the sky,
after the glaw,
and when the howl was passing by.
Rudh, rudh-velyn, velyn, gwyrdh, glas,
and then the Cornish words
for Indigo and Violet
which I have not yet learnt.
It was a teg Kammneves.
We sat in the café
and watched the rainbow guy;
when the rain had gone
the sun shone,
and we were warmed inside.
Rain fell,
And all around was dull;
I watched from my window,
Needing the Sun to break through.
Before long, there was a ray of golden light;
Over the land the mood changed;
We all looked up, gave thanks, and waited patiently for the Rainbow.
I can see the sun shining,
I feel the raindrops;
so where is my rainbow?
Where?
I look about,
doubt in my heart
that one will be there;
when there should be one there.
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Or am I just imagining
that when two facts collide
a resulting phenomenon
should be to my side?
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Oh, where?
For it isn’t there.
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