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
An insightful and thought-provoking poem.
Thanks so much dear poet VijayNair for your encouraging comment…I found this topic rather difficult to write…
Interesting to see the revised version of the original poem . This works a bit better, perhaps.
Thank you for your continuous elaborate comments.
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.
Very interesting poem dear poet Amita. Thank you for posting it!