The afternoon stretched its limbs into the evening, leagues past noon: a sky the texture of candy floss and the colour of a brewing storm. Wind buffeted the waves as the tide retreated far out, slipping away from the estuary and into the ocean’s recesses. Wind buffeted my face, spinning locks of hair … Continue reading Saturday: on a bench
I have been a follower of Trandahl's work for a while now and I have always admired the succinct way he captures the beauty of nature and home. His collection, Bravery, uses the peace and hope found in nature as its backbone whilst Trandahl also writes about love, family, and alludes to life in the … Continue reading Review of Bravery, Nicholas Trandahl
Your lessons in abandonment have finally come into use as I forget each day to water the sweetpea hanging from the tree and watch it crisp beneath the sun's heat, yellowing like teeth. I wonder if you did this too every time you dug your heels in deep and saw her before me, refusing to … Continue reading The Sweetpea
I like to watch you, from the window, saunter to the fence from where you can watch the wind perform in zigzags across the wheat and sigh, exhale blue smoke into the sky and listen to the day fade away into blackbirds fussing and the cat stalking from beneath the rose bush. I like … Continue reading Nature and you
Ten minutes of hail. Ten minutes of innocent discontent; wild eyed wonder of the great outside; which pours in blues and greens, hailstone pebbles and grey before spinning the clouds into gold. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
The trees breathe songs of ocean waves whenever the wind rises and silences the magpies, whistling a crescendo of salt upon shore between the branches and leaves; mixing bitterness and sunshine into a heady gale which reveals the very power of Nature’s voice as it moves up the scale, practising arpeggios and ceasing in falsetto, … Continue reading The wind rises and silences
He sits upon the fence and watches, proud chest puffed in morning ceremony. He watches the breeze flit between the leaves and fallen debris, skittering across the blades of grass speckled with midnight dew. He watches me and you, the cat too. A robin red breast Poppins would say has very little time to … Continue reading In Morning
I've never seen a dead body before which I'm not disappointed about, like most people, I prefer bodies which are alive and well but I've seen death; tasted it on the tip of my tongue. I watched the branches of a tree be severed with a saw and tossed into a metal bin with kindling. … Continue reading Oxygen & Dust
I go to the woods to feel safe; when I know, alone, walking deeper until I'm lost, I am little Red to the Wolf. Still, my heart rests. It doesn't switch between fight or flight like it does in the moment I approach a bus stop full of people and cross to the other street. … Continue reading The Sound Sunlight Makes
Golden sunlight shivered in the pale rose sky then shattered with gusts of wind, squishy cheeked blows scattering light and silver trim left dangling from forlorn clouds into a whirlpool of blue blushing pink. Frost stretched lazily past my toes, sinking into dew jewels and blades of Winter's heartache the seat, shrouded in shadow trees … Continue reading 9am
