There are snowdrops in the sky, drooping their tiny heads in the dark. Some call them stars but to me they are flowers; snowdrops blooming in winter, light blossoming even in death. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
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
Last year began as the previous one ended - quite literally and in the sense I still had vast mountain ranges to climb. It’s a metaphor we use constantly but I couldn’t think of anything more apt; anything more deceptive than a mountain peak disappearing into the clouds. A few months into the year, I … Continue reading Age 25
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
STRESS IS AN OPEN DOOR "She is sat at the bus stop, arms crossed, when I reach her. Her eyes lift to mine as she hears my scattered breaths and clunky steps. I see in hers a hate and kindness I cannot untangle. Necklace chains of every emotion she must have felt in the last … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #5
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
