Daffodils look sad in the rain. Pushed against the hillsides bruising a mustard yellow, losing all of their sunshine and the smiley faces I imagine hidden on the inside of their petals. Weak and failing, praying for the wind to let up, just for a day. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020 Between … Continue reading Spring rain
Her hands are the shadow of the little girl hidden behind adult clothes and a career. Still, she holds them palms up, waiting. Or she grapples with the ropes of a pulley system she will never master; it always ends with a make shift noose. Her hands are blistered from carrying the coals she … Continue reading Little Girl Hidden
The sun rises in all places, even here, across these headstones, casting beams of sunlight onto pavement and grass. Everything is asleep, except her, a lone wanderer who likes the taste of 7am and the way the sky blushes as the moon whispers goodbye and the sun, hello. Everything is silent, apart from her heart … Continue reading Aurora
Forget-me-nots turn to face your garden stride, twinkling blue in photosynthesis endeavouring to match your sunlit eyes. Eyes which settle on every blossom, weed and wilted end, every burst of pansy lilac every shoot of snapdragon yellow, and as you smile, the sky mellows, clouds which roll, slow to a drift to admire your gifts … Continue reading Magic and Slippers
Blackout poetry - the art of tearing out a page, circling words and blacking out the rest in marker. Who knew therapy could be so cheap?