Wednesday, 18 January 2023

Rainbows

This poem was written on a plane between Alicante and the UK for Paul Brookes' Ekphrastic Challange in April 2022. Inspired by seeing the Northern Lights and a comment about it by my brother-in-law Dunstan.


Rainbows

The magic of rainbows never left him.
Even after he learnt it was pure light
dispersed across the spectrum.

Even though he knew the Northern Lights
came from solar bursts, dancing
on the Earth's magnetic field, he gazed

upwards like a child in wonder. When lightning
crackled in the skies, when thunder groaned.
When the moon blocked the sun and darkened

the day, when comets seared through the night.

Tim Fellows April 2022 

Image by Susanne Stöckli from Pixabay

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