I watch each crystal raindrop
that trickles down the window,
a tear that lands with a dull plop
in the blur of steamed-up glass.
Inside each crystal raindrop
is a spectrum folded in a bow,
science captured in a full stop,
a miracle that cannot be surpassed.
Somewhere there’s a ray of hope
and sunshine will follow rain,
reflected in each crystal raindrop.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
Gillena is our host this weekend and she says that so far, for the Year 2018, she has watched in awe SIX rainbows. She tells us that she loves rainbows and shares her favourite fact about rainbows: a rainbow doesn’t even actually “exist,” … it’s not an object, it’s an optical phenomenon. So she has challenged us to let our words fold as many colours as we wish into a rainbow with the following constraints or guidelines:
Our poems must have 11 lines; the end phrase of line one repeats at line sfive and elevn; the rhyme of line one continues in every other line and there must be a reference to nature and how it affects us as poets.