There’s a legend that every leprechaun has a pot of gold, and that if you reach the end of a rainbow, you can find one of these hidden pots. I suspect a lot of Irishmen spent their lives chasing rainbows. They probably ended up going in circles – literally – but it beats being stuck indoors when it rains.
This poetry anthology is themed on the colours of my rainbow. I say my rainbow, because not all my colours are found on the standard iris. But just like Irish Leprechauns, it’s under these rainbows that I hide my pots of gold.
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