Rainbow Over Tesco
By Bee
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From the top of the railway bridge,
a rainbow over Tesco
framed a promise -
perhaps an end to the prevailing downpour
and some sunshine -
overdue.
But the vivid colours faded to a dull
unglow, soon erased as heaven darkened
seething back brief joy,
and all the people left the train downheaded
trooping grey across the car park
dodging oily puddles and taking
shelter under pulled up coats, or folded
papers for umbrellas. They never saw
the rainbow and didn't feel
the disappointment of a broken promise.
All was as expected
and the sky wept on.
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A lot there, as is usual
A lot there, as is usual with your compositions, Bee. And very evocative descriptions.
I was the more interested as in the middle of writing something about the variation in one recent afternoon. I hope it wasn't just the promise of 'every little helps' from Tescos that was framed! But at least the rainbow still points to 'not another global flood' and the provision we're still getting despite the weather extremes! And at least, as you said, you did notice it, not just keeping your head down with stiff upper lip!
Rhiannon
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Excellent poem, Bee, so
Excellent poem, Bee, so descriptive and a clever pick up on the Tesco 'promise'. Well done on the cherries: every little helps.
Luigi
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Hi Bee,
Hi Bee,
I liked this very much - a ray of hope in our dreary world. I liked the dull unglow. All your words are chosen to make just the right impact.
Jean
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Oh yes! Lovely work. What a
Oh yes! Lovely work. What a great way to describe how easy it is to miss the magic during certain times of our lives. The rainbow a metaphor for so many occasions. Well done on the cherries! Adam
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Bee - this is enchanting.
Bee - this is enchanting.
Love your use of the word 'unglow', and the third stanza is wonderfully crafted. Congratulations on the richly deserved cherries.
Tina
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Made-up words are something
Made-up words are something else!! One only has to think of Lewis Carroll's brillig slithey toves, that gyred and gimbled in the wabe. And your unglow, equally inspired. Strange, because not until you come to actually attempt one of these little blighters, you don't realise how very difficult it is.
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