Peeping through, between puffs of cloud
A rainbow on a Sunday evening.
Its banded beauty speaks aloud
Red orange blue violet - queuing
Such a splendid arc of perfection
In the clear early evening sky.
I gaze upon it in admiration
Cropped in a picture of cumulus high.
Flamboyant blossoms synchronise
The warmth of its radiant hues.
Kiskadee, kiskadee; hear the cries
From a distant approaching muse
A flash of yellow from her underbelly
Adds a welcome duplicity of colour
To the palette of an artist who really
Is par excellent co-ordinator
Stylish frock of girls and women
Befitting a church going flock
And savoir faire of boys and men
Integrate the scene around five o’clock
When the sun begins to journey low
Awhile hosting the watchful bow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Watchful Bow is such a charming name, and also the images in this enjoyable poem. I loved the frocks of the church going flock! Thanks dear Gillena. You have a never ending creative streak when writing..(smile)