Rainey Birthwright

Rainey Birthwright May 2015

Bermuda

I want to steal away
To Bermuda,
When the sea is calm,
Like Miranda,
See a brave new world
And not be lost
Without touch, here now,
Nearest to you,
The gulls they travel far,
With they I will go,
Fly beyond the outer isles,
Sail over seas,
I do not like being dizzy,
Clumsy tongued
Nor looking up to eyes
That sun tease
To tears of rain I shed,
On white sands
That true stretch faraways
Yet bring me back
My breath is exhausted
Each hour is heavy
Your raven hair on beach
Of Skye, the white
And the black thick strands
Are too much for me
I must leave- us, one day,
Steal away to the pink
Sands of coral fair Bermuda
And be as Miranda
And so, with peace I will be
In a brave new world.

#love #sad #heart

Rainey Birthwright May 2015

Skye Seasons

Sometimes winter is warm,
Jumpers and coats bundle.

The whitewashed cottages,
Smoke in a blanket of sleet,

You could say most anytime,
Island weather is ghastly fine,

Windy rain comes and goes,
Summer can be awfully cold.

Part 1

#warmth #rainy #weathers #larky

Rainey Birthwright May 2015

In My Loft

stars are held in a window
and sometimes the moon,

lopsided stacks of books,
knotty papers are strewn,

i like to rest on the boards,
day dream, scents of pine,

it's quite a lovely mess up,
still have space to dress up,

in a nook are some shelves,
i trained to hold dear photos,

so love to see in my wee loft,
poems, my cat, postcard art,

and my pane glass view I call,
full moon in garland of stars.

#fun #daydream #reading #study

May 2015

gee

crush

termites crawl in my stomach; you
are my disarray, o soft and golden -

take the curves of my feet, the
freckle on my lip, and

hang me on your wall, you
compel my speechlessness.

i'll keep guessing, guessing
and unguessing.

i am up all night over this.

#love #crush #sleepless

Rainey Birthwright May 2015

Lochlann Boy

I skip my steps
when off to school,
In circles of lads
I hear only you.

at the dance hall
I could not breathe,
you with another
and softy I plead,

will you not notice
my hair so dressed
won't you allow me,
bright end to unrest

each sun, the rain,
each morn the lark

each day blind eyes,
each cry drops night

because of black hair
the crow will nae fly,
white shells your skin,
white bird of my eyes.

so far beyond banks,
my heart out to sea,
will you not notice,
my cry, dear laddie?

#sad #happy #crush

May 2015

Marie-Chantal

The Garden Owl

It's within the grown out roots
where the Garden Owl still hoots
Sings the melancholy song
Of how the blue eyed girl was wrong.

It's within the thatching of the dwelling
And a failed attempt at fortune telling.
Beyond the garden of the bugs
Beyond the magpies and the slugs

A moon was folded into quarters
Grind it with pestle and mortar
Strip it down to crater powder
Feel it till the song sounds louder

The Garden Owl sings his song
Of how the blue eyed girl was wrong
And under the brown thatched roof
The girl detests her blue eyed youth

I think I could work on this one a lot more, I guess it's sort of like a first draft, but what kind of write would I be if I did not have lots of unfinished pieces?

#eyes #garden #blue #youth #owl #detest

Rainey Birthwright May 2015

Harbour Town

Out on the breakers
Eyes in the sea are watching me
But seals never speak

The sea birds are gulling
Always they argue over shells
I know how they feel

Long across the heath
The piebald mountains cradle me
But snows, they only whisper

The stationary stone village
Is thatched in chalk and grey wood
Happy in branch without trees

#beautiful #boredom #lonley