Photo By Jools Thatcher

Photo By Jools Thatcher

The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “ Rainbows “.

So after all the excitement of the BBQ last week  and a seriously long recovery (and thanks to everyone who came along) , it’s all back to normal this week.Well normal for the JVG show. This week Jon had the pleasure of  Sarah Carroll  helping out behind the mic.

Back to theme. Was it difficult? Well fortunately  for me I have a small daughter so there is inspiration all over the house.  Let me know what you think.

Once again Ed Bates captured the mood brilliantly on the slide guitar backing.

To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below:
[audio:JVG_Poem20111211.mp3]

Also have a listen to the tracks on the new EP “Once We Were Kings Of The World


Rainbows

We sat on top of Red Bluff Cliffs
The tail of a storm still lashing the bay
Waves, as though panicked, smashed into each other
Gulls hugged the beach, backs to the spray

A rainbow appeared to straddle Port Phillip
A bridge, so it seemed, to a ten year old’s eye
A bridge, uniting the known and imagined
A bridge, as real, as the sea and the sky

We spoke, with wonder, of pirates and treasure
Of lands undiscovered, oceans yet sailed
Worlds beyond reach of the timid and doubting
Worlds where the wildest of dreams still prevailed

We talked of the lives that were ours for the taking
Ruled by adventure, discovery, crusades
The bands of the rainbow, both proof and assurance
But all, given time, eventually fades

Now, decades on, I still walk those cliffs
I know what would be and how it unfolded
I know what became of our hopes and our dreams
The ways of the world have jaded and molded

Wearied by greed, drained by indulgence
A pragmatic haze now blocks out the stars
Pirates, at least, I have found do exist
As they plunder our suburbs driving luxury cars

I have learnt, the rainbow, is not born of enchantment
Naught but illusion, moisture and light
But not all wisdom is rooted in logic
Not all we see relies upon sight

There are realms immune to soundness and reason
Worlds within worlds, more than we might suppose
The magic returned, if for only an instant
As my daughter leapt through the spray of the hose

© Copyright 2011 Ian Bland

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