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
It’s the month of June and the summer heat mingles with the fire we’ve built. We are all sixteen or nearly so and we’ve stuck straws in Lambrini or we’re sipping on cheap beer. Someone pipes up about an easy way to get drunk- to drink every time you’ve done something you should be ashamed … Continue reading Never Have I Ever
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
I was in my early teens when I locked myself in the bathroom whilst you hammered on the door, slipping the words Liar, Liar beneath it. It was then I learned it is easier to choke on silence than spit out words; easier to cry and rock on the tiles than apologise and believe you … Continue reading Choke
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Sometimes I have nightmares, a nightmare, the same one, over and over again: We are stood clinging to each other and the earth at the edge of a cliff before a gale blows down from heaven and knocks us both off our feet. And as we fall I watch your lips for movement and when … Continue reading Hold on tight
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
Sometimes I imagine you here, hovering like wreathed mist, or a cold breath against the sky, and I imagine you are happy: for me, for you, for us and the people we have become without one another, the lovers we have made for others who will always love us far better than we ever loved … Continue reading Hovering
Tonight I wore your jacket, oversized and patchwork green on the inside, whilst I watched a champagne sky pop and fizzle with the chemistry of colour and the smell of bonfire. 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
