On a recent evening, the image of a piece of thick chalk popped into my mind, perhaps from an old photo of my daughter’s driveway chalk drawings, perhaps from an web ad for a sidewalk chalk contest. I decided to see what I could make of it. The Portuguese word “arco-iris” is one of my favorites, meaning “rainbow.” For this poem, I imagined my daughter making long, curving sweeps with her pastel chalks, to make a rainbow. I hope you enjoy it.
ARCO-ÍRIS
make me an arco-íris
a pretty one
take this piece of chalk
here: scrape a long arc
on rough-brushed concrete
a yellow arc
a nice, thick arc
the chalk on its side
take this piece of chalk
here: grind out the green
the blue, nice long injured
arcs
now here the pink, and red
put the purple above
or beneath, either way
just make me an arc
an arc
before
rain
Roger Evans Baker is the author of Rabbit Lane: Memoir of a Country Road. The non-fiction book is available in print and for Kindle at Amazon. Rose Gluck Reviews recently reviewed Rabbit Lane in Words and Pictures.
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A beautiful vivid poem. I enjoyed this. Thank you. 🙂
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
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You ‘ re very welcome.
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Chalk me a rainbow…love the imagery…
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Hi Patsy. I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Thank you for the cheer, optimism, and hope in your posts.
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Roger, I feel a grasping in this one, a wanting to hold onto a moment, or childhood, or peace, before the next blow life deals.
“grind out the green
the blue, nice long injured
arcs”
struck me in particular: grinding out the injured arcs. So human.
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So human, yes. Yet our being human embodies a striving for the best humanity can be.
A grasping, yes. My poems are just that, a feeling after what cannot be clutched, but when found and set free are truly found.
Thank you for your very thoughtful comment!
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