My open palms

Here, this is my gift to you;

resting in my open palms.

In the horizontal lines

I hold the moon and all

the promises she has kept for you.

In the creases behind each knuckle

I have buried hope

and in the blue veins

below my thumbs I have housed

the love I have for the way

you smile, laugh and sing.

In the very centre,

nestled in my pink flesh,

is a wish I would like you

to acquaint yourself with,

because I have wished for nothing

but strength, so I may carry you

out of the darkest depths

and never let go or look back

like Orpheus did.

I have wished for nothing

but good, collected it

in order to say:

‘Here, this is my gift to you’

and offer you my open palms

with all the love

I can hold between them.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Available internationally

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