Rainbows End...

I have been a little underwhelmed by rainbows lately, On our daily trek down the valley to horses they have been common and fleeting, partial and weak, and mainly served as a reminder of how as a symbol, they have been stolen by the weak and needy as an anodyne happiness emoji. Last nights example started out that way, and then grew in strength and intensity, til it seemed to shimmer and reverberate, I was suddenly struck by how the arch, the grounded arch, the bridge to valhalla, affects me like a 'power-chord' (and again the power-chord is often a risible parody of 'when chords had power') but it happened, in the shimmer was a tingle, a contact high with higher power that contained as much vertigo and fear as pleasure, and in that moment, Beauty, the beautiful Cob, put her head close to mine and I saw the bow arched over her magnificent mythical horsehead, the nearest end of the arc falling between the greensward down by the river, almost as an incandescent physical object piercing the canopy to join the river worth, and Beauty was just letting me know she saw and felt it, and this we share; the Valley, the elements: a rainbow on fire extinguished in the waters that gush down from Gondal. That emily B saw and knew these horse archetypes, Beautys strength (Thor, Freya), Dominos unruliness (Loki) and saw them daily.