Brimelow

Rainbow

Furtive window
often makes my skin glow
Scorching winds flow
as the days grow hotter and stronger
Flirting rays caress my longing arms
and lonely palms
and pounding malaise

I could live again with curtained windows
like I did so long ago

Light refracts and reflects
splits and dissects
into confusing colours
and the memories of arrogant summers
and humbling gutters

But Richard of York did NOT give battle in vain
and although just a show
one’s perception of a rainbow
is not a spectrum of pain
or a pane neglected and stained

It is an elegant projection of rain
in anticipation of a sunny day
It is the emphatic rejection
of windows that weigh
heavy
static
and grey

Comments2

  • yellowrose

    Interesting words , I liked reading this 🙂

  • L. B. Mek

    'It is an elegant projection of rain
    in anticipation of a sunny day
    It is the emphatic rejection
    of windows that weigh'..
    I always look forward to the elegantly well-groomed poetry
    you choose to share
    I adore the time and dedication that's so effortlessly evident
    in your poetry,
    I can only imagine how satisfying it must be
    to not only have the talent, but most crucially
    the drive, to strive: to perfect your Art!
    than you for sharing, dear poet
    Brilliant!

    • Brimelow

      Thanks LB - very complimentary!



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