Rainbows End

Transfixed-and in disbelief-I Stared-

“It must be spotless” the Rainbow woman whispered-

As she polished-where the rich man-

Had emptied Himself-of ugliness.

 

The “Gatherer of Grapes”-spoke his dreams-

As if he believed them-

A Rainbow Man-

” Intimately attached to the soil”-

Would build his house- Like the rich man on the hill.

 

Will they clean their hands with Devil’s Thorn-

Whilst we rinse our mouths with Black Lion.

              Somewhere over the Rainbow.

 

Watching a documentary on the Rainbow nation enticed these words.

             Cathy Brennan.