Round about the roundabout
and arcing over our car,
as we drove home from the clinic,
through the brainwashing tumbledrum,
the constant stutter and tutting of rain,
a rainbow rose above;
a rebellious banner,
rebooting my drained brain.
A rainbow, bringing rebirth
to my darkness flooded heart;
a rainbow that you read about,
only in beano comics;
a rainbow that could cheer up Rimbaud;
rarer than a Rembrandt,
a rainbow bringing reason,
with no pricks or side-effects.
*'My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky' - Wordsworth
Comments
camilla | January 9, 2011 - 19:20
stutter and tutting great and the story telling also great.
well-wisher | January 10, 2011 - 00:19
Thanks, Camilla. I appreciate your comments.
shoe | January 10, 2011 - 09:50
I love this, the second stanza is stunning.
well-wisher | January 10, 2011 - 16:02
Thanks, Shoe. Most of my poems come purely from my imagination but this one was based upon a real rainbow that curved over the motorway and cars seemed to be driving under it so I thought I
ought to turn it into a poem.
maggyvaneijk | January 11, 2011 - 08:57
I like the contrast between the colorful rainbow and your "darkness flooded heart".