Three weeks

I thought about you whilst I was brushing my teeth - about how you have been gone for almost three weeks. I notice your absence in my shaking hands and ill-mannered frets. The tears arriving unbidden alongside a dull ache rising from my feet. I notice your absence in the smiles which feel more real … Continue reading Three weeks

When it rains

The rain pours, but I taste the sunlight of the earth on my cherry tongue. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally

Banshee

I know you want me to run - screaming into the hills like the banshee I am in all of your paintings hung in a gallery of shame; each one titled ‘self-hate’. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally

Thunder & cyclamen

The sweetpea and cyclamen look resplendent in the thunder: catching the lightning as they sway in the breeze of fallen leaves and rain. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally