The earth opens its gnarly arms wide to receive the sun as it sinks in quiet and grace; bright orange and pink. The earth whispers along the horizon ‘kiss me quick’ and closes its soil heavy eyes to bathe in the unparalleled warmth of Light. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between … Continue reading Kiss me quick
tie a ribbon around my eyes and ask me if I could still find you in an endless crowd of people smile when I say yes because I am sure this chemistry is tangible - soft and heavy in my hands allowing me to feel my way toward you no matter where we are - … Continue reading Blindfold
Mother, a green woodpecker floated to the ground today with grace and poise before plucking the soil with its ebony beak, and I thought you would like to know how much simpler life has become, how quiet the weekends are that I notice a bird I’ve never seen before, and watch it for longer than … Continue reading Mother
The car wheels shuddered and the body trembled in second gear as we rounded the roundabout near where you used to live. Near the path we used to take; fish and chips in hand, bruised knuckles and thin jackets. We almost saw the brick wall which ran alongside your house and the playing field where … Continue reading Old ghosts
I’ve realised how distant I’ve become from almost everyone, aside from the man who shares my bed. And I’m not too sure when it begun, this slow retraction of my hands and feet until I am floating midair with relief, wondering how many would be there beneath if I were to fall. So, I guess … Continue reading Nice to meet you
I pull the fictional wedding dress, you would have wanted me to wear, from the wardrobe and observe how swathes of lace have been eaten whole by moths and bad feelings. I continue to observe until I realise there is no need to watch any longer; to keep the make believe things we would have … Continue reading I am all out of moth balls
I held you in my arms, your skin pale and clammy beneath my hands, when I heard you gasp, say - i’m dying, with ever widening eyes, and the world turned pitch waiting to be lit, swirling as if a void, slipping off the edges, oily slick, until I woke in fright to find you … Continue reading In the dark
The worst kind of fear is the one which sits in your heart because it cannot push its way through the darkness between your ribs and into your throat. It cannot weave its way up your oesophagus to rest on the back of your tongue heavily waiting for the right time to speak. It sits … Continue reading Heartburn
I know it has taken me a while to do this but signed copies of Between the Trees are now available on Etsy. £12 with Free UK delivery Or $15.99 plus $2.66 for International Shipping. https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/760618337/between-the-trees-poetry-and-prose Praise for Between the Trees: "I have always been a huge fan of English poets and Kristiana’s work is … Continue reading Signed copies: Between the Trees
It was 5.20am and she had wondered if this would be the one good thing they could make last, as the world turned and the ground slipped quietly beneath them, and for once, she had been right; love had not bloomed but had sent roots deep into the earth to hold on tight. Poem: © Kristiana … Continue reading Something good
