Windmill And Rainbow Poem by Philip Dodd

Windmill and rainbow,
noon light and shadow,
canal and meadow,
busy stone worker,
mirror on water,
brush stroked by Turner.
Another world lensed,
I cannot enter,
only gaze on from outside,
stood still in my corner,
wishing I could walk in,
step over the border,
explore what lies beyond frames,
where there are colours and shapes
too new to have names.
Somewhere, find an inn,
for bread, beer and bed,
quietly, upstairs, sleep in a loft.
Morning, at the window,
smile on more than windmill and rainbow,
journey on, further and deeper,
onlooker no longer.