One, two, the nape of my neck, three, four, the small of my back, fix, six, the backs of my knees, seven, eight, the tops of my feet. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
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Found beneath the bed
dust worn socks bleeding hearts and the look I told you to take with you when you packed your bags. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
Bellyache
My stomach aches my belly aches for something new for something different until my palms sweat until my fists clench and I remember: and I remember: how awful new and different feel how awful risk-taking tastes how soon my stomach rumbles how soon my belly aches. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees … Continue reading Bellyache
Censored
This was the first time they had seen each other in years - time had wrought ironwork across their hearts, locked and censored the feelings she had abandoned at the door, at his feet, when she had turned and faced the biting wind. He had changed little and she was still as beautiful; summer to … Continue reading Censored
Swallow
The bitter turn in the air warns you it is your time to go; to make swift flight on Zephyr’s frost bitten wings and head south past leaves which fall in golds and onwards to the land of the liquid sun, melting into the Sahara’s horizon; slipping below the surface of the Nile to kiss … Continue reading Swallow
She saw love
She saw love in his face today; glimpses behind a furrowed brow then clear and open like a meadow expectantly waiting for the cows to come home and graze upon the lush green, Springtime glow. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
Emerald parakeets
People theorise you are a family built from the lost and found, birds left to rattle the bars of their cages until they bend and they are able to rend their emerald images against the sky. You have become a constant, glimmering as the earth warms and your treetops flourish into the tropics; the canopy, … Continue reading Emerald parakeets
Due West
I cried when the plane began to taxi along the runway, in line with a peach horizon turning shades of deep morning orange. My tears fell silently to the rumble of swiftly departing tyres on tarmac and soon we were in the air, wings tipping to align the craft in the lilac deep which became … Continue reading Due West
Three weeks
I thought about you whilst I was brushing my teeth - about how you have been gone for almost three weeks. I notice your absence in my shaking hands and ill-mannered frets. The tears arriving unbidden alongside a dull ache rising from my feet. I notice your absence in the smiles which feel more real … Continue reading Three weeks
Feather light chainmail
My skin fits like a glove: worn thin by heartache and age. The seams hold together just right; just tight enough to keep everything safe and within. All my blood and organs - my heart and the palpitations. I feel unwanted and frightened because I desire to feel normal; to feel like a woman not … Continue reading Feather light chainmail
