Mesmerized at Easter

… rainbow over the church bell-tower…

I wrote that several years ago, at night - in the town of  Shumen, Bulgaria. I was there for another Easter holiday. As we were climbing the cobbled street on our way to the church, I reminded Terry about the rainbow miracle of the previous Easter - just above the bell-tower. She replied “Well, you know what we say in Bulgaria: not every day is Easter… Though it is, today, we could never experience the same thing twice!” Then it hapened. Again. I was so impressed that I could hardly fall asleep that night – I craved to share the moment with Alistair, whom I really loved and missed…

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Easter Colours

(To Alistair)

Shumen – fresh and clean. And so welcoming!

Wet cobblestones – like fish-scales on the street.

A splash of glitter in the drizzle –

The cobblestones begin to gleam

In roof-tile red or mossy green…

Two shades of comfort.

Up the hill,

First rained-washed

Then twice rinsed in sun-rays,

Two silver patches block the sky:

A cross.

A dome.

The church.

So peaceful! All at once –

The crisp, resounding tune of chimes

In their golden glory!

It fades away to simple brass…

Within a lapse

Of windless time

There comes a sudden, muffled thud:

Thick drops of rain disturb the sunshine.

It goes – as quickly as it came…

We stand in silence.

Mesmerized.

Still gazing at the crystal sky

I simply wonder –

How

Could anyone describe

The rainbow

To a colourblind?…