The earth opens its gnarly arms wide to receive the sun as it sinks in quiet and grace; bright orange and pink. The earth whispers along the horizon ‘kiss me quick’ and closes its soil heavy eyes to bathe in the unparalleled warmth of Light. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between … Continue reading Kiss me quick
i spread out all of my puzzle pieces turn them all picture side up and give each of them names: love.hope.want.grief.fear.luck before i cut off all of their edges shapely and jagged and place them on top of one another because i know i’ll never get them to fit to coexist in peace … Continue reading Picture side up
I must remind myself this is still the beginning - I am not so old that these days I am living have become the staple of years to come - I am still young and this is still the beginning so I’ll stick out my tongue to taste the frost and sit and stare into … Continue reading The taste of fire and frost
In my dreams I wake up early enough to watch the morning stars fade into blue. I wear lipstick and it never gets on my teeth. And in the distance chimney smoke whistles silently upwards before disappearing so as not to hurt Mother Nature nestled in her weary, aching bones. In my dreams, things are … Continue reading Morning stars
I count them on my fingertips: branches without berries, leaves or acorns, without warmth, horribly exposed skeleton bones poking upwards of the horizon like hands attached to choral lamentations reaching up from the underworld seeking a love they lost days, months or years ago. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the … Continue reading Without berries
body heat inches apart too cold a breeze to sit outside (hands acting for our hearts) but the waterfall trickling into a basin (wholly artificial) tricked us out of winter into summer so the coats drawn about our shoulders (your smile in mine) felt like peach sunshine. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK … Continue reading The night we met
Small and pale, the orchid sings open in this wintry month and calls all to lay a gentle fingertip upon them, then lifts its head, its paper thin petals peeling outwards, arms wide to accept dappled sunshine melting through the hallway windows onto its down feather white cheeks, and it bares its pollen orange polka … Continue reading I will kiss
The old me is no longer on the shelves because let’s be honest, she never existed. This is me now and this is me then; foolhardy and faerie, clumsy and pretty angry at the world and everyone in it, loved and unloved but always in love. I will bloom and I will wilt alongside the … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Discontinued
My eyes are puffy, my heart is swollen and beneath my skin mild creatures roam. Mild because they are small with tiny fists and feet, appearing harmless. Harmless until they take up residency in the dark, at the ends of my bones, between each muscle and nerve and they dance - Bacchic-like … Continue reading Mild Creatures
It was 5.20am and she had wondered if this would be the one good thing they could make last, as the world turned and the ground slipped quietly beneath them, and for once, she had been right; love had not bloomed but had sent roots deep into the earth to hold on tight. Poem: © … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Something good
