We, who live in rainbows

 We, who live in rainbows 

Those of us, she said, who live in rainbows

and I saw Pollyanna’s prisms strung 

across the room 

so rainbows danced upon the walls and swung 

then more of them, spectra, red to violet

In bubbles floating 

or caught in the bevel, light and lovely 

around the mirror’s edge. 

And I am glad for the colour wheel spinning 

the wonder of white, the light splitting and spilling 

all of the richness the cool and the hot

complement and clash, riot and rush

for Oz in Technicolor 

crimson, scarlet, peach or rose 

butter and gold, hayfields in summer, 

spring as it’s leafing, fern, lichen, moss 

for sky blue, sea green, aqua, turquoise 

indigo, violets, Victoria plum

for what she said 

and bliss it is 

for those of us who live in rainbows. 

14th October 2020 Hounoux