The Dark Side of the Rainbow

I walked across the street at night
And heavy was the rain
The distant sounds of motor cars
The whistle of a train…
Some phosphorous illuminance
Behind me made the rain glow
I turned around and then I saw
The dark side of the rainbow

And as it ghastly shone on me
With its inverted colours
I was prepared to believe
In its outlandish powers
The different hues of darkish pink
Engendered foul temptations
Subdued me with their purple ink
And brought me weird sensations

The Wobniar, I called its name
And it responded gently
“Now, do not be afraid, my child
Embrace, do not resent me”
Aghast, I escaped the fiery sight
And woke to a great wonder
A lightning rolled across the sky;
The clouds had split asunder

I opened haltingly my eyes
And there, in all her beauty—
The rainbow, how I once her knew
Now all dressed up for duty
So courteous, graceful, yet aloof;
Her colours safe and frequent
The gloomy pigments undisclosed
Were to remain our secret

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Original photo by Alan Heardman.

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A good night’s sleep

I wake up
Through the window
The light that shines on me so gently

I stir and flounder in my bed
What is the time?
It shouldn’t be that sunny yet
What the hell.
My mind still finds it hard to get
How can that be?
The alarm’s off, my eyes are wet
My chance is gone.
I missed my train.
There is no way I can explain.

Is this world real? I start to doubt
A world, in which no failures are allowed
I stare out of the window in disdain
The shining sun can’t soothe my pain

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