An imaginary rainbow
Traps our gaze, the way
Underbrush in a forest
Would our feet.
Touched by the brightness
Of twinkling lights-
Silver, Orange, Blue, Pink
Anything pulled out of the rainbow
We imagine hues.
As the colour seeps quietly
Into perceptions and hardens
Into symbols and metaphors
We probe the inchoate images
Of Pencil, Ink, Charcoal and stains.
Angry with thinly disguised
Lies, we douse the threads and fabrics
Of unsettling awe.
Caught in a nervous agitation,
Where the metallic noise
Of cacophonous wreckage
Claw upwards
With its shrivelled roots,
Brittle twigs, Anarchic twigs
And shivering tendrils,
We curse ourselves
For being once seduced
By the conventional charms
Of a shrilly ominous terrain.
We mourn the passing
Of sacrificing shades
Pulling out dying roots,
Feathery seed pods
And tiny leaves
Making them fly about
In a blur of quick,
Light strokes and lines,
As dark fumes hang limply from the sky.