Kelly Rainwater : Writing

Montserrat

Montserrat

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


My La Moreneta, you were not rendered by the hand of St. Luke, nor carried to safety in the arms of St. Peter, nor found by shepherds in Sa..
Behind the Hazel

Behind the Hazel

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


We traveled three hours along the coast, passing gray dolphins dancing in white surf, and migrant workers, stooped low to the ground, picking..
Old Man

Old Man

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


You understand now, in twilight's dimming, that while in your full day's sun there was nothing from which to choose: all was an illusionary oasi..
David and the Pontevecchio

David and the Pontevecchio

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


There is no unknowing you. I believed I could be thousands of miles and several years away and somehow learn to unlearn everything you are ..
Santorini

Santorini

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


Oh, Saint Irene, I finally understand Why proud Thira Calls you by name, For it is in your Winding streets and In your basket vineyards; I..
Villafranche-Sur-Mer

Villafranche-Sur-Mer

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


Skyward, I lift my eyes. Through the swaying palms the half-moon appears suspended between the end of day and edge of night and you wonder alou..
Road to Florence

Road to Florence

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


Beyond the canopy of wind-sculpted umbrella pines, and through the grove of silvered olive trees, I came upon an endless field of sunflo..
Lilacs II

Lilacs II

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


"It's time for your nap" she whispered as she laid me to rest in her single bed. The window was open half-way and through it I could s..
Angry Bread

Angry Bread

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


Her spoons were wooden, her whisk: a fork, four-tined and stainless. No microplane to zest her citrus and nothingmore than a paring knife to ..
Bridge

Bridge

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater


I crossed the bridge between midnight and dawn and thought I heard you: whispers without a voice. The breeze I knew to be the breath from your s..