Redhead

My redhead skin smells the thunder

and says thank you; tastes rain in the wind

and smiles – opens its stretch marks like smiles

not hand-me-downs from sad days,

lets the water trickle like glitter or confetti –

my redhead skin feels loved.

Despite my burnished shoulders,

lobster red rather than gold, I know this

Earth loves me.

I know Hyperion greets me

as he ravishes the sky, horse and chariot aligned.

 

My redhead skin is the vulnerable armour

I breathe and love in. Sunflower arms

and daisy feet. I am soft. I am strong. 

 

My redhead skin smells the thunder

and says thank you.

Thank you for letting me begin. 

 


Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

My poetry collections:

Flowers on the Wall UK

Flowers on the Wall US

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

https://linktr.ee/KristianaReed

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