Beneath the Rainbow Part Two

Reverting to an early childhood spell, when rainbows had this fascination for me, and still do much to my delight, wonder in the skyline boondocks, hoop of lavish colour one can dream of, fantasy afloat on sunlit cloud, imagining another world so bright, alphabet not needed when budding minds glisten, to chase that buoyant marvel, even on a lax afternoon, is that ultimate peach exploit we cherish, especially for those who fancy stimulus, pot of gold prospect never seen but might appear, band of chalk-spun phantom’s mirror bend, wizard plait that spur to haunting pigment, madrigal for pearl-eyed infant haiku, or maybe tanka, pantoum, verse on fabulous enthralling pen craft Arc of hues celeste weave dreams for starry-eyed who crave earthling peak bliss