[Walking Through a Rainbow’s End] by Rodney Hall

Walking through a rainbow’s end
touched by that skeleton of colour
I can slip among my personalities
(orange indigo or green) offer you
now cool now warmer skin
see the dark side of my face
hot flanks red hands

I watch you through curtains of what is not here
read the air that shimmers with your meanings —
even soil relays our charge from feet to feet
earth herself our messenger
one accident: you catch my eye
live lightning tight as rope
scorches through the rainbow
broad gentle colours fuse
to a single blaze of white.

From: https://moonfields.org/rodney-hall/walking-through-a-rainbows-end/

Date: 1975

By: Rodney Hall (1935- )