Hello - I don't like the title of this but I can't give a valid reason why.
Titles are dead tricky anyway.

I feel that this is a very original poem dying to get out of some over
spicing.  The atmosphere is wonderful but I felt that there are too many
adjectives which distract from the essence of the piece.  Also there are
some over used images/phrases (darkness sweeping, clenched teeth, seed time
and harvest). Rainbows are difficult to work into a text because the
register of associations is endless and often sugary. I tend, like Christina
to think that less is more.  Definitely worth working with this one.

Is Pinkneys Hill anywhere near Pinkneys Green (Maidenhead)?

Catherine
>
>IF  ONLY
>
>From Pinkneys Hill
>they could  see the sombre grey
>of impassive  ambulance,
>waiting at  the familiar curb.
>
>Could feel  the darkness
>sweeping over  the face of the deep.
>Could taste  the iron behind clenched teeth
>Hear Trolls whispering.
>
>Perhaps if  they had climbed higher
>there would  have been magic apples,
>but seed time and harvest
>had failed  all promises.
>
>Above the whispered white out
>they search like  ravens
>for just one  rainbow
>but they  understand now about fairy tales .
>
>Even the old magic had   failed,
>avoiding the cracks as they walked
>backwards to  school.
>Whispering words
>that would mend the hole in the  world
>
>
>Ann Stockton