Treasure Island

Marshall Gass


The Beam of Light


Suffused in silicone glass houses grows light
compressed into shades colours shapes
unmagnified the belief stays compressed
until freed from bondage and chains
in the prism

Rainbows burst forth in exuberance
flickering and wavy waltzing into imagination
captured glory in invisible naked sheets
spectrum energy of thin ribbons
strings of creativity locked
in a universe of time
with no beginning and no end
prism eternity

through the looking glass alice
may form a rainbow rabbit maybe a tunnel
through which she could splinter nano particles
into wavelengths of magnificent feeling
upside down meanings and magical memories
prismatic understanding

Baked in a wondrous mathematical formula
the numbers crunch into meaning
rotund and robust explanations
of cuboids and half triangles
unionised but separated entities
profoundly simple
in its complexity of metaphors
visual harmony
embossed in a prism

Why the light shrinks away from sight
into walls that bounce it back in rays
and colours capturing sky and raindrops
proclaiming weather and wonder
we will never know gods creation
and the magic he invests in simpler things
for us to unravel and behold.

Author Notes

We can see more than what the prism holds in its heart only if we care to look deeper.

Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 22, 2014

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