The horizon was every shade
of blue
and the field greens
were blinding.
The sky was grey
but I was warm
in dusty sunshine yellow.
My stomach swooped
and soared
like the blackbird
disappearing to my left.
My head was foggy
like the treetops
between Winter
and Spring.
My heart was somewhere,
out there.
By the sea.
Where gulls glide,
where waves crash
upon rock
and kiss
the silent shore,
where ice-cream is orange.
It’s in good company,
beating rhythmically
in my chest
but watching the world
from his pocket
or his palm.
During the day,
he holds it aloft
to see better,
how trees sway
and ripples change.
At night,
it’s nestled beside him,
beneath the pillow,
warming through
and snuggling hope.
Or, it’s tucked in
the crook of his arm,
sleeping soundly.
He is away,
gone South,
but my heart is at home
and I too can hear
the sea,
if I cup both ears
and listen
closely.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
lovely!
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Thank you ☺️
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😉
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I love the construction of this, Kristiana. It’s beautiful.
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Thank you very much Eric ☺️
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Kristiana, I love this, it’s beautifully visual and emotionally moving.
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Thank you so much ❤️
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A pleasure to read! ❤
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