My reflection in the train window
settles
between the trees
lining the field of gold
beyond the glass.
The wind is whistling
and drowning
the thousand anxious angry voices
shouting between my eyes and ears
between the trees
lining the field of gold
beyond the glass.
My toes are just within
the shade, on the edge,
gilded corn flexes its brittle fingers
coaxing me into the setting sun,
into yellow splendour,
away from this dim dense wood
in which I’m bound,
between the trees
lining the field of gold
beyond the glass;
touching life and yearning
for freedom.
This is a revamp of a piece I wrote mid 2015 – Between the Trees.
Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
On Blood into Ink, Kristiana Reed brings a poem of a vision and a barrier.
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Thank you ☺️
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Kristiana, this is utterly mesmerizing. Well done!
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Thank you so much!
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I loved the repetition of the lines in your poem…I have done that in poems too a lot.
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Thanks Megha ☺️
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You are welcome, Kristiana.
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Lovely, Kristiana! ❤
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Thank you ☺️
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Loved how this begins with the reflection of you on a train window. Love how it ends with a yearning for a new life and freedom. Another great piece, Kristiana!
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Thank you very very much 💛
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Oh my. This is wonderful.
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Thank you x
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This is absolutely beautiful. ❤
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Thank you 💛
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You’re so welcome, dear heart. ❤
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