A Rainbow Kneels on the Shoulders of Dun na Cuaiche

by Marion McCready

A faint rainbow, like a quiet burst of applause.

A muted rainbow of autumn trees
circle the heels of Dun na Cuaiche
like the faded hues of a dying glow stick.

The trees are wild horses champing at the bit,
charging up the hill, manes flashing behind them.
     I cannot catch hold of them.

I cannot catch hold of this autumn.
I'm waiting for the rainbow of trees to smash into
     the rainbow in the sky.

For these horses to carry me out of the shadows
     into spectacular light.