The bow
From a sequence of ekphrastic poems responding to Turner's paintings of rainbows
The bow
Grey flat empty sky, and beige earth
that is so much less than sky
and a big white rim of godforsaken light.
The great white nothing that was and is.
Symbol of all things that ever were
before they were; and of all that could be
in the purity of one man’s sight.
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