Rainbow Return By The Arty Trout
Two fish that put the rainbow back
Rainbow Return By The Arty Trout
Two trout leap from choppy waves,
grey storm clouds overhead.
The sky has lost its colors,
no red, no gold, no thread.
They twist through air, bold and bright,
fins slicing wind and spray,
trying to stitch the rainbow back
into the sky’s dull day.
Their scales catch hints of color,
a shimmer, then it’s gone,
still, they rise through storm and shadow,
until the rainbow’s painted back.
So now you know the history,
of the rainbow trout.
God made them to make history.
When the rainbow light goes out.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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What a surprise, rainbow colour fish, and that the word you have composed it fantastically and emotionally,y no words to say that's why I always stated you're the Queen of poetry.
Rainbow colour fish..amazing poets
Ha! I always wondered why rainbow trout is called "rainbow" and now I know. Great verse, Marie!