Prismed Skies Poem by Clive Blake

Prismed Skies



God's Light split,
Laying bare its constituent parts,
Diverted on course,
Nurtured by prismed skies,
Producing rainbow'd shafts
Which penetrate even the darkest hearts,
To be feasted on, only to be contradicted,
By sad, unbelieving eyes.

Prismed Skies
Friday, October 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: cynicism ,faith,rainbow
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Poem by Cornish Poet Clive Blake
Image by Chris Robbins
Audio by Steve Nunn, Corn Mill Studio
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