The windows in my house paint with sunlight and magic. They treat the wall beside the door as their canvas, casting spells and flourishes of love heart red, the sound of the sea blue, verdant tomorrow green and cloud thread gold. All to remind me as I leave home that although the world may not … Continue reading Sunlight & magic
I want to say thank you to the girl at the silent disco who reminded me of both femininity and humanity; what is means to be fragile and fierce, to be kind and ferocious. A club lit up in colour, a mind full of anxiety glitter and you. The girl at the silent disco … Continue reading The girl at the silent disco
It has been on my mind for days; the idea of writing a love poem with words no one has used before - when even the line above has been said. In preparation I stood in my garden; watched two doves settle in the cherry blossom and asked if this was love? Was the … Continue reading Two turtle doves
It was seven pm, although you say I was late, when I saw your face again for the first time in a year. I can only describe the feeling which passed through my arms into my heart, as electricity. My only point of reference being the time I jammed my finger into the place the … Continue reading An electric shock
Baths, when it's dark out. The house at five am. Sundays at eight am. Waiting for the fireworks to start in the park and I am wearing mittens. The sound of the sea accompanied by a bristling breeze. Sherbet lemon drops and lollies. Any flavour of ice cream. The smell of the circus and … Continue reading Things which make me shiver
It rained today; not cats or dogs nor sweet little drips and drops but it was enough to wet my clothes, make heavy feel heavier, and the earth feel closer as it rose up toward me; drenched my fingertips and I felt the weight of gravity. The heaviness which keeps the world turning and my … Continue reading Damp
The princess was fast asleep; the silence kept watch, the stars kissed her goodnight and the moon cuddled close looming gently in the window, cold breath caressing her cheeks, pink in slumber pale fingers closed over blankets, a soft stream of fabric tousled down her calves bundled around her feet, soft like her heart, impressionable, … Continue reading Sand Heart
She wanted to be wanted; to be written about in a 'the world cannot end until I've kissed you' way. Not used like china, porcelain or clay; something to be shattered and shaped, slipped into the fire to bake. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
The horizon was every shade of blue and the field greens were blinding. The sky was grey but I was warm in dusty sunshine yellow. My stomach swooped and soared like the blackbird disappearing to my left. My head was foggy like the treetops between Winter and Spring. My heart was somewhere, out there. By … Continue reading Home and Away
Rain burst through the clouds, ringing off roofs; the sudden delight and despair of a late night downpour. The clatter of water drowned my silence and almost, my sadness. My sadness, which by osmosis, had left my body into the sky, grew arms and melted, on return it cuddled me close, stroked my damp, … Continue reading Glistening concrete
