An kamneves
ha deves:
A rainbow
and sheep,
nothing deep,
nothing too serious,
just a view
to capture me
as I hope
it would capture you.
An kamneves
ha deves:
A rainbow
and sheep,
nothing deep,
nothing too serious,
just a view
to capture me
as I hope
it would capture you.
In certain lights,
at certain times of the day,
you can see a Roy Rainbow –
just the Red, Orange, and Yellow.
It is a funny fellow(
unlike the ones we expect,
with just those three selec—
ted colours
in the Red spec—
trum.
The rainbow came,
stayed for a little while –
and then it went.
.
I know not where,
perhaps to Kent;
or somewhere else,
maybe Ghent, in Belgium –
you know the one
.
The rainbow came,
the rainbow went,
It’s colourful presence
soon was spent;
.
but I,
I took a picture
and so I, alone, have
almost, but not quite,
captured the rainbow.
I saw a rainbow in the sky,
someone had put it there,
I don’t know why;
I don’t know who,
I don’t know why,
they must’ve had a reason,
perhaps it is the rainbow season.
Seven stripes has a Rainbow,
that form a colourful hue;
but what would I think,
would I turn to drink,
if a Rainbow only had two?
I am really quite partial to a rainbow,
betwixt the sun and the rain;
and if I should happen to see one,
that will help to keep me happy,
until I see one again.
A tiny bit of rainbow
there before my eyes;
after the rain,
with a little Sun,
I see a partial rainbow rise.
The colours not so vibrant,
flickering in doubt,
as to whether the Sun had started
before the rain had fizzled out.
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.