A full spectrum guest

Scrunch,
one of my lifeline souls,
responded rainbow for rainbow to my recent New Year post…

beautifully so:

I come from a place where
rainbows are made
where the colours are corralled and coordinated
where the spectrum is split like an atom
where the wheel spins in every different direction
where the world rolls on and over us again.

I come from a place where
colour is forged at 4 am in sacred silence
pulling blue from the depths of mirror lakes
weaving red from the glow of gentle embers
drawing yellow from the eyes of dandelions
dreaming green from the skeins of seaweed
and anything else we can find.

I come from a place where
coal is gold and gold is God and God is dead and death isn’t tax-exempt
where the rock trains rumble and snake through the valley all day
unstoppable
great gradual and ponderous juggernauts lacking consciousness
and yet not entirely without malice.

I come from a place where
rainbows are made
where the colours are washed down the drain
where drills are cast and the axes are ground
where the rocks and dirt are our only worth
where the world rolls on and over us again.

by Scrunch Foldington

And for another piece of Scrunch lyricism:

Red

~~~

And over at Amber’s, I’ve had another guest spot…

Guest Post: I’ll Be The Drummer