And there are Rainbows~ Gatherings from Ireland # 71

The tiniest glimpse of a rainbow spells hope to me.

Years ago my Mother came across a quote,  from I think it was Christy Brown, that just said:  And there are rainbows.  From that time on, rainbows were no longer about stereotypical pots of gold or ‘all the colours of the rainbow,’ they were about hope at times of adversity.

I remember so vividly getting a postcard from her when I was at Trinity College back in the 1980s. I was going through a stormy patch in life and she was away with Dad on holidays in their beloved Co. Clare.

The postcard had a deep blue sky and a rainbow and on the back in her familiar hand were just four words: And there are rainbows. 

Life brings storms but it also brings rainbows. The storms tend to last way longer than the rainbows,  but, for me, Mother’s rainbows of hope will last forever.

 Rainbow over Tramore Bay, Co. Waterford
Rainbow over Tramore Bay, Co. Waterford

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.

3 thoughts on “And there are Rainbows~ Gatherings from Ireland # 71”

  1. This post has been simmering in my mind for 5 hours.today. The inevitability of rainbows…with distinctive brevity and clarity. I love it! Thank you so much for sharing.

  2. Lovely image and positive anchor.

    One of his poems that I really like.

    What Her absence Means, by Christy Brown.

    It means
    no madcap delight will intrude
    into the calm flow of my working hours
    no ecstatic errors perple
    my literary pretensions.

    It means
    there will be time enough for thought
    undistracted by brown peril of eye
    and measured litany of routine deeds
    undone by the ghost of a scent.

    It means
    my neglect of the Sonnets will cease
    and Homer come into battle once more.
    I might even find turgid old Tennyson
    less of a dead loss now.

    It means
    there will be whole days to spare
    for things important to a man –
    like learning to live without a woman
    without altogether losing one’s mind.

    It means
    there is no one now to read my latest poem
    with veiled unhurried eyes
    putting my nerves on the feline rack
    in silence sheer she-devil hell for me.

    It means
    there is no silly woman to tell me
    ‘Take it easy – lie’s long anyway –
    don’t drink too much – get plenty of sleep -‘ and other tremendous cliches.

    It means
    I am less interrupted now with love

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