Issue 3 - December 2025 - Tanka prose 2
rainbow: the seventh vision
rain falls, as it has always fallen, on a world that is waiting in grey: when it ceases, a stone silence remains: I read 'The Book of Revelation', and a white sun appears: light lightens, the sky brightens with history, the history of the gull: our postman arrives on a corner of time, a son of the morning: he could be winged – a messenger – a messenger carried on the breeze by momentum, walking the skin of the earth: the seventh vision this is, a parable, and he emerges now from rumour: rain is the shadow of light, and it falls, as it has always fallen:
a light shower
a shower of light
the postman
puts a rainbow
through our letter-box
AA Marcoff
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