Rainbow

Once was black and white; void and light,

Wrong and right: did we know?

Colour changed, black and white exchanged,

Black now white, white now black, no going back.

Colourblind came, melting together,

Right and wrong tethered,

Right now wrong, wrong now right,

Became each other overnight.

The tricolour: Mother White, Father Black,

Begat the son Grey,

Enveloped in uncertain comfort,

For eternity.

Yet, beyond the prism, a colour schism,

Exquisite Eve, white teeth into Ruby red apple,

Her toes curled in the green grass of paradise,

Sharpened to prick guilty feet, drowning black and white in ruby red.

Blazing orange-yellow Prometheus,

Warming hearts of innocent husks,

Scythed in Pangea fields,

Soon to sear and bubble in black and white foam,

Alchemy giving grey.

Gilded absolute of the far east,

Gold becoming sepia tone, lost in fogs of time.

The everlasting soul, blue as sky above and sea below,

Out of grasp,

Brown as mud underneath terracotta feet. Prickly, guilty feet.

Severed by pagan savage.

Black, white, grey; washed away in the pallets of ancient artists,

Kaleidoscopic imagination splashed lovingly and violently across a turbulent canvas; eons wide.