Poem: "Beyond the Chaos Bend"

Beyond the Chaos Bend

By: Eve Estelle

Red as the world's ichor spilled,

Orange as autumn's bare decay;

Yellow like the wan, withered ill,

Green as ours 'neath lucre's sway;

Blue as every thought and theory,

Indigo like the dreaming soul,

Violet as mad murmurs lend,

White as Death's cold, hollow toll;

Gray as doubt, and bedlam's trend,

Black as silence, at story's end --

Look beyond the seventh bend!

Author's note: 

This poem has a counterpart! Both work as stand-alone pieces, but for a brighter side to this rainbow, see "Beyond the Ordered Bend."

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I love the counterpart nature to William Blake's well-known poems "Infant Joy" and "Infant Sorrow" -- how they show the same event through opposing perspectives, how they complement one another, yet each stands on its own.

That was sort of the idea here, although there's no single, specific event covered; rather, a concept (a rainbow's seven colors, etc.), with a bunch of assorted ideas, concepts, emotions, objects to represent, convey an overall negative or chaotic tone (with hints toward neutral/positive). These are essentially random, but nearly all are worded in such a way that some of their worst sides, or chaotic tendencies, are seen.
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[Neither of these were intended to be masterpieces, just fun experiments. They're quite messy, and personally I think "Dreadbitten" / "Flight of Fortune" execute the opposing counterpart ideas much better, and cleaner. Nonetheless, I'm excited to have these finished!]