Home is

all of the places I knew in childhood

even the ones which made me sad.

it is vases of lily – orange pollen

sticky, and ruinous of cotton dresses.

raised voices and early bedtimes,

late nights, waiting for her dark eyes to return.

it is the time I have passed

with you – sunflower majesty –

empty fields to roam,

to hold your hand.

it is the river and train tracks,

the sirens and silence.

it is the flock of brown geese

waking me each morning,

with loud love in their feathered breasts

guiding their own to rest.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2021

My poetry collections:

Flowers on the Wall UK

Flowers on the Wall US

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US


Leave a Reply

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

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com 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