4/4/2024 Poetry by Kristiana Reed Timo Newton-Syms CC
I Take My Bed Deep Into The Woods I huddle onto the mud-flecked bedstead, pull white sheets, thick, around my shoulders and hips, sink into the pillows, soft and warm. I gaze up into trees full of leaves, bending into the paths, overcrowding earth, settling into ground ivy. No one else is nearby and there is silence; welcomed nothingness, not even birds or a stream. I exist in a muffled cocoon like being carried from the car as a child, or wrapped in a towel as your mother blow-dries your hair. The bedstead begins to sink into the earth steadily until the sheets crumple into the leaves, the undergrowth close in scent but the bed remains a sanctuary, untouched by wildlife or insects. This is not about becoming one with nature but about becoming oneself. My fingers could touch the earth if I wished. The sky travels above me and butterflies appear -- monochrome shadows and glimpses against greenery. I am dressed in white satin pyjamas. I think of all the people I have been; how I wish to leave this place as little girl me. A magic being who believed she could hear the trees, feel their souls beneath her feet. Who believed every shadow bore a chance to learn a secret. And when she prayed things would come true; the hills would listen, the flowers would pass on her dreams; not as chinese whispers, but as cut strands of hair, tied with ribbon. Kristiana Reed (she/her) is a bisexual writer and the Editor in Chief for Free Verse Revolution, a literary & arts magazine. Reed often explores the body, chronic illness, addiction recovery and womanhood through the natural world and written portraiture. Comments are closed.
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