🌈 When Rainbows Speak Back

A bedtime guide for those who pretended they forgot

Nov 13, 2025

Colour is the first spell that light ever cast.
We’ve been trying to remember its language ever since.

Colour is Older Than You Might Suppose
Red was danger.
Blue was rare.
Yellow came from lion hair.
Green grew up on forest floors.
Orange knocked on twilight’s door.

Some Questions Don’t Need Answers to be Found
“Is blue a sound?” they’d like to ask.
“Or is a dream pink, or maybe just a mask?”
You nod, and smile, and let them guess away —
Our rainbows aren’t built from answers anyway.

They Tell Us “Keep colours in one line”
You might slip indigo in twice.
Though wiser folk won’t go for thrice.
Some heard it whisper.
Some called it wild.
Some swore it shimmered.
Some thought it mild.
The pinks escaped first from the list —
Not every shade was meant to exist.

Rain Must Be Treated With Respect
Rain, they’ll hear, is wet and cold —
But you must tell them it can be consoled.
If light leans in just so, just right,
Rain gives its secrets back in light.

Let the Order Fall Apart
Ruby, Greta and Bea are fine —
or so we’re told.
But rules grow weary over time.
Make your own: like hush and bold,
or all the colours grandpa told.

The Warmest Light Has No Name
One stormy day, they’ll feel it too —
that quiet warmth that finds its hue.
It isn’t red, it isn’t blue…
It’s someone wrapping their arms around you.

Leave One Colour Undefined
A space, a pause, a soft unknown.
A colour children find alone.
They’ll know it not by look, but feel —
the quiet light that lets things heal.

So—
We went searching for colours but what did we find,
a shimmer that shifted the edge of the mind;
not shades on a page or their old colouring charts,
but the quiet bright spaces that opened our hearts.

If you felt this, you might like a few more poems from the same breathline.