Chasm Azalea

My dreams are vivid again.

Not in colour just in pain.

Except last night, when I dreamt

of a chasm laced with darkness;

a darkness so inviting I dived in

– arms wide, left to right.

I fell and I floated

and I found myself

at the very bright, blue bottom.

A river turning emerald in the shallows.

At the mouth’s edge there stood an azalea tree.

Tall.

Blooming in pink, pink, pink.

Blooming in softness and green

– thick, lush leaves.

The sun came down in orange slices,

playing dapple along

the ever moving shore and green.

And then I opened my eyes.

And no, the sun wasn’t shining.

And no, I did not seek answers in

the night which had passed.

I woke to grey and a dimly lit bedroom

and felt thankful no bones were broken

from the fall.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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8 thoughts on “Chasm Azalea

  1. jonicaggiano says:

    “The sun came down in orange slices,
    playing dapple along
    the ever moving shore and green.” I really enjoyed this poem. The vividness of it and then the ending which I just related to so strongly. It explained the way we often feel when we have a beautiful dream we don’t want to awake from and then we do and how sometimes it is difficult to leave that time we have dreamt about. Beautiful! Love Joni

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