I string aquamarine wishes with beads to make an invisible necklace which reminds me of the sea; the softness it whispers in its sleep on a wintry morning, pulling into the shore, or the tragic chorus within its summertime swells, the smell of salt, free of wounds to worsen and the crunch of sand bitten … Continue reading Aquamarine/blue
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 Discontinued
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Leaving you taught me the beauty of three things: tucking yourself in at night cooking for one and dancing alone. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
Time slows to a breath: leaves fall at a standstill orange through the blue then the grey of late afternoon, clouds move silently gilded in autumnal gold a swirling yellow lake, and people drift upon each pavement between the broken foliage and shifting frost as the mist between my lips unfurls in cold lilac setting … Continue reading Frosted lungs
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
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
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
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
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)
