Part 1 & Part 2 "Thank you, I'll be okay." She reassured the woman by her side. "This happens sometimes. I shouldn't have been standing in the middle of the aisle like that. Honestly, it's fine." The kind lady's frown relaxed into a smile and she took the fallen woman's hands to help her up … Continue reading Platforms & aisles (3)
At dusk, I notice how much I’ve changed - how happy I am to let Mother Nature in, to take a seat to my left and usher her children home. There are bees in the chimney and ants beneath the patio, spiders in the kitchen, dwelling outside each window or weaving gossamer thread through the … Continue reading Bees and ants
I was watching a blackbird sunbathe when the dandelion fairy fell into my lap. Greedily, I scooped it into my palm like a child who desires the moon. I wished, then wished again, wondering if my chosen wish was good enough; was it worth the flight? Then, I blew, soft and gentle, watched the fairy … Continue reading The dew scented heavens
I believe this to be my redemption; summer sun and daisy yellow, buttercup chin and a hopeful tomorrow. The breeze sings soft, the trees keep in time waltzing like the wheat, the pillowcases hanging out on the line. Buds bloom like friendly hands and stretch upward meeting the endless blue sky and I wait. I … Continue reading Daisy yellow
I was thinking of you today, about the wheat-field behind your house and your obsession with the way sunlight falls from the palms of Olympus to paint the vast distance in gold. I want you to remember this, cherish it and never sell it on for a dream which arrives nestled in a pipe. … Continue reading Letter to myself
The rose fell from the bush and tumbled into the grass, to wither and die like all the rest who grew too weak to remain, heads lifted up to the sun. Until it saw you, and you it; collected it, tucked it safely into the centre of your palm, found a bowl to lay it … Continue reading Mother Nature’s lips
I recognise the girl in the mirror. Her flaws, regrets and wishes. How negative thoughts precede and follow the good ones. She thinks and breathes in breezes, gales, thunderstorms and tsunamis. She blinks and echoes of sunlight fill her misty eyes - crystal spots of sight, the light at the end of every tunnel. Every … Continue reading Unfinished tunnels
It's here! Between the Trees, my debut collection is now yours to purchase if you wish. At the moment only paperback is available but the Kindle version shall be up soon. Thank you for the support you have given me over the last three years when I first began this blog in 2016. A special … Continue reading Between the Trees by Kristiana Reed
https://soundcloud.com/user-798168065-197387209/the-meadow-kristiana-reed Between the Trees, Kristiana Reed's debut poetry collection, is out tomorrow on May 19th.
https://soundcloud.com/user-798168065-197387209/she-was-a-bird-kristiana-reed Between the Trees is Kristiana Reed's debut poetry collection. It will be available on Amazon from May 19th 2019.