Magnolia walls,

all four and counting,

breathe with us now,

they know us now,

so much so

our skin begins to match:

a canvas

on which you compare me

to every fruit the supermarket

did not have, every flower

you haven’t seen,

every sunset discoloured

by the evening news.

Just magnolia is left,

off white and boarded

by the skirting we’ve dusted

more times than we’ve kissed

in the last seven days.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s