… to rainbow’s end. The photograph is taken from the crossroads at Branch End, south of Hexham. This ordinary ROY G.BIV image is just an excuse to share this uplifting track from Public Service Broadcasting, appropriately called ROYGBIV. Hope it brightens your day 🙂
There is no direct connection between the image, the music and the poetry other than I became aware of them over the last forty eight hours. The picture is from a walk to the aptly named Crow Wood near Newbrough on the southern Tyne. The music was brought to my attention by my eldest son, Patrick – @smallhours2 – it pays to take notice of junior. The poetry is an extract from Norman MacCaig’s Close-ups of Summer – I am slowly working through his entire works. Poetry should not be rushed:
Hens sloven. But the cock struts by – one can almost see the tiny set of bagpipes he’s sure he’s playing
The sun’s the same – pipemajoring across space, where the invisible judges sit, wrapped in their knowledge, taking terrible notes
This is all a reward for keeping the mind open to new things.
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