Their faces looked at me blankly - I asked them, 'How would you describe the world we live in?' For a while, the faces remained passive, circumspect, frightened of a Big Brother they hope does not exist. Then the words rolled off, clean, cut like shards of glass - impoverished violent ridiculous - rough diamonds … Continue reading Diamonds
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 clouds looked as if they had been painted by a child today. Bright blue sky with titanium white squiggled lumps of fluff. Their playful innocence made me smile; they turned back time to a schoolyard smelling of freshly cut grass and rain. I saw the girl in the gingham summer dress, masquerading as a … Continue reading Reincarnation
I recognise the girl in the mirror. Her flaws, regrets and wishes. How negative thoughts precede and follow the good ones. She thinks and breathes in breezes, gales, thunderstorms and tsunamis. She blinks and echoes of sunlight fill her misty eyes - crystal spots of sight, the light at the end of every tunnel. Every … Continue reading Unfinished tunnels
Without my initials maybe my edges would be smoother - soft like my tummy and the inside of my elbow. I could be lighter - caterpillar to butterfly, shedding the nine letters which have sought to define me my whole life. It would be a cocoon lying in tatters - falling away as ash and … Continue reading Smoother
Six am the stench of alcohol under six years old your trench coat black and filthy beside me the drumming of your heartbeat, air caught in your nose I crawl sleepless from my bed and watch the birds outside, instead Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 https://soundcloud.com/user-798168065-197387209/when-the-partys-over
Ash is tumbling cloud-like from the sky; dulling our freckles and filling our mouths, the bitter taste of betrayal without a name. It swells, ink in the sea, permeating every inch of blue. Until - you sing, make up the words as you go along. The ash settles and flowers bloom in the heart … Continue reading Ash and song
I cleaned every inch of you away today. I took my time; I didn’t scrub vigorously but made sure what’s left behind sparkles gorgeously in the light. I said goodbye today with my dishcloth and soap, to leave only hope. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 https://soundcloud.com/user-798168065-197387209/moving-on
The only dreams I have are the daylight ones in which I wonder if this is all but a dream; a flight of fancy because it tastes too good, feels too good - too soft in all the right places, it bends and bows but never breaks, curves like my spine and into me - … Continue reading Somebody else’s window
Bleu de Chanel laced with Lynx, mixed hot and heavy into my skin beneath the sheets; sticky and sweet transposes my body to the day we met, the night we kissed and kissed some more in the front seat of your car beneath the stars, beside the reservoir. © Kristiana Reed 2019
