Untitled Oil on Board 31 cm × 20 cm
(An explanation of the rainbow)
Gold evening slides obliquely down the side
of a conical hill beneath a blue
and grey tin-roof-striated sky. The light
and a lone cow bias the symmetry;
calm emanates as calm does from cows.
The rest is accidental to the rainbow
from which the beast turns quietly away
as if from an epiphany or
an aberration since the bow is slung
inverted, mirroring the hill’s curve, falling
away from an unknowing hoof.
What’s hope inverted? tarot reversal
attests inherent opposites in all things
— unhope an Anglo-Saxon might have said,
but not despair in that diaphanous pink
and violet arc or in the unassuming
certitude, the easy angle of
the neck that stoops to graze. Neither is this
a diabolic portent, hell bent,
making luminous the underworld.
Humour embraces the anomaly
wherein at the end of the day the hope
may lie. A dusky evening in a dim
gallery on a sunny afternoon.
© Sarah Day