#rainbow row

I definitely wanted to see Rainbow Row, and I happened to catch it during golden hour, but because the sun didn’t quite hit it at a direct angle, the effect made everything feel slightly de-saturated and ethereal. 

This row of townhomes painted in various pastel colors dates back to the late 1700s, and has gone through ebbs and flows before finally being saved by preservationist Susan Pringle Frost. She bought several of the buildings (which had fallen on hard times by the early 1900s), restored their original colors, and soon after they were christened “Rainbow Row,” followed by a historic designation by the National Parks Service in 1938. 

They say that Saturday’s child is full of fright,

I was born later that night.

Bundled safely in the dark shadows of God’s own alleyway-

There was no time for talk and no one

Could afford to stay.

I have memories of the echoes

still,

Hurtling through my head,

They survive on a well balanced diet of crumbs

Falling from the plates of the dead

There were warm breezes blowing in the bay,

Just around the corner of sweet catastrophe,

Just down the way;

The multi colored ocean view palaces paraded

Proudly in the October hue.

Hoof steps clacking on the cobblestone,

It’s all so desperate and divine-

I call it home,

When I can call it to mind,

A perspective quite sublime.

Marching to the drumbeat,

Hapless and harrowed,

The dreams that drove me down the paths of fancied freedom

Were stillborn

And finally narrowed

To a point of ever blinding light…

Saturday’s child,

I was born later that night….

89 East Bay Street