Rainbow Connection

Muses float on the rainbow

and I am under it

silly little boy

with pen and brush

hoping through

some magic that

the lovely muses’s

grace will fall

upon my humble

hands and turn

my black-ashed

canvass into

a rainbow;

but one muse came

her face down

low and sighed

‘art is not

in the beauty

of the rainbow

but, lo, behold

the majesty of

the battlefield

the poetry of

the starvation, go

young man, and

don’t paint rainbows

on canvasses; draw

life on


then the muses, one

by one, stood up,

stripped, and beneath

gliding robes were the

scars and scabs and

warts and boils of

war and injustice

and destruction;

I broke my pen and

walked the country, there

and then, rainbows



This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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