STARRA OF THE RAINBOW

STARRA OF THE RAINBOW



When Starra of the rainbow
Came down to bide with me
And whispered like she used to
Of being young and free
I wondered why the union
Had ever had to be…

For Starra of the rainbow
Was Starra of the skies,
Her mind a rippling torment
Of truth and sudden lies,
Her lips a purse of beauty
When beauty falls and dies.

And Starra of the rainbow
Fled with my heart in jest
And danced like angels gyrate
Amongst the pirouetting best,
For she deceived the music
With giggling fun and zest.

I went with Starra of the rainbow
Down Huckleberry Lane
And held her hand most tightly
The two of us insane,
And Starra of the rainbow
Kissed me once again.

For Starra of the rainbow
Was in and out of me,
A creature wrought by magic
To set my thinking free,
The temptress and an angel
That I could never be.

I wept when Starra of the rainbow
Curled up and softly died,
When Starra of the rainbow
Left me dark inside,
I  spent forever mourning
And for that ever cried.

For Starra of the rainbow
Despises rank old age
And dances for the youngsters
Before they learned to rage,
A Tinkerbelle of magic
On yesterday’s blank page.

©Peter Rogerson 22.01.09