for those double rainbow days

In the mornings, the sun caught the coloured panes in a splintering rainbow while she played. Each note found a corresponding shade, dancing and darting up the pillars and away into the day.

On Sundays, when the practitioners filed in, swelling the pews, she roamed the meadows instead. While the cathedral was both audience and vessel, her god was not found inside.

It was on the grass beside the river, naked and alone, that her song met his, lifting her bare feet from the ground.

(This piece was a response to a writing exercise with two pictorial prompts – below).



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