A Miracle of Rainbows. (Completed)

A Miracle of Rainbows, Part 2 of Rainbows and a Nightingale.


That day I thought the sky was full of angels,
Two double rainbows high above the gardens
After a week of chill midsummer rain,
June 20th. 1967,
The sky a pale blue lake refracting light
                          As though it were a giant lens,
A vast clear canopy of polished crystal
Sprinkled with ten billion drops of rain.

Caught up, mind dazzled, in these transformations
I stood transfixed upon the garden pathway
Not daring to move, in case the magic should vanish
If I happened to spend a minute or two in the house.
Eventually dusk erased these rainbow arches,

With the encroaching shadows of a starless night.

Electric lights flicked on in dusty rooms
Crammed tight inside the grey Victorian terraces
That in a year or two would be knocked down
To make way for an M1 intersection.
I entered my intimate space of books and vinyl
And tried to make anew those faded rainbows
With oil pastel on a cardboard lid.
I soon gave up and tore the lid to shreds.
My rudimentary smudges made me cry.

Outside in the yard our spaniel chased his tail.

His take on life was always down and dirty.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
3rd. - 5th. - 7th. July - October 4th. 2020.
22nd February 2021