I’m sorry I forgot your birthday. Remembering the day you were given to us is the least I can do. The least, after all you’ve done over the years; perfectly toasted toast for supper, lego bricks and piano lessons, riverdance and rhubarb dipped in sugar. © Kristiana Reed 2019 https://soundcloud.com/user-798168065-197387209/rhubarb
Tag: short poem
Light
On nights like this when I close my eyes I cannot tell if I see daggers or stars glinting in the only light that’s left. © Kristiana Reed 2018
One Day
I’m trying not to think about how quickly your departure will tear my heart asunder. © Kristiana Reed 2018
Breathe with me
Without her, he forgets how to breathe; he becomes a shore which only says goodbye sending waves away with seafoam kisses, his arms are crossed and his chest tight, water pooling by his toes never reaching his knees. A lonely shoreline and distant horizon washed orange and blue until she takes his hands, kisses each … Continue reading Breathe with me
The Usual Jenny
Reading a book in the window seat. Glass of water, carrots, cabbage and mince. I wrote this poem, if you can even call it that, in a restaurant at lunch time. This restaurant is cosy, small but always busy; a place for families, friends and young couples. Therefore, it was a surprise to watch as … Continue reading The Usual Jenny
Death by Sunlight
Blinding light pulling dark velvet apart, stretch mark cracks whistling like water as sunshine sears through nightmare skin, every sin hung, drawn and quartered. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image: pinterest
Smaller
I’ve been asking for love since my hands were smaller, and my eyes were wider. love isn’t what you wanted, instead you were disappointed in anything other - than the complicit retelling of a childhood, of fractured bones, of a ‘happy’ home. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
Porcelain
She wanted to be wanted; to be written about in a 'the world cannot end until I've kissed you' way. Not used like china, porcelain or clay; something to be shattered and shaped, slipped into the fire to bake. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
Wait
The pitter patter of rain interferes with tyres, the roll of rubber I'm listening for, and as it swirls down the drain the only thing I can think of is calling out your name. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.
Reminisce
I want to listen to bird song and reminisce about love, about your touch. Hands which are presents to open, unwrapping each knuckle, finger and thumb. A tongue which unfolds like Christmas ribbon in my mouth, brushes my lips, a kiss. © Kristiana Reed 2018 Image credit.