If Rainbow were Black

Traditionally, the little ditty for rainbow, 

‘Richard of York gave battle in vain’,

Is the right order to remember the colours of rainbow.

If the rainbow was black, just black,

Completely black, with no ditty to remember,

I could ‘describe’ the colour whimsically,

In a way really quirky.

Acrostically, it would be,

B …Bewildering

L… lacking

A… Arc

C… crude

K… Kaleidoscopic

Indeed, the black rainbow

Would have been a bewildering,

Lacking in brightness,

Crude arc, not kaleidoscopic,

In the beautiful azure blue sky!

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©Pushmaotee Subrun

Mauritius

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About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education in 1993. After her retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and Culture. She has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

6 thoughts on “If Rainbow were Black

    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      Thanks so much dear poet VijayNair for your encouraging comment…I found this topic rather difficult to write…

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  1. Amita Paul

    Interesting to see the revised version of the original poem . This works a bit better, perhaps.

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  2. Amita Paul

    This poem where the poet gives reasons why the eyes of his beloved are black might interest you, Pushmaotee

    Astrophil and Stella 7: When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes
    BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
    When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes,
    In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
    Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
    Frame daintiest lustre, mix’d of shades and light?
    Or did she else that sober hue devise,
    In object best to knit and strength our sight;
    Lest, if no veil these brave gleams did disguise,
    They, sunlike, should more dazzle than delight?
    Or would she her miraculous power show,
    That, whereas black seems beauty’s contrary,
    She even in black doth make all beauties flow?
    Both so, and thus, she, minding Love should be
    Plac’d ever there, gave him this mourning weed
    To honour all their deaths who for her bleed.

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