The Girl who Reads

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The world had been colourless

before she began to read.

Afterwards, photographs took on a new hue,

memories burned with the intensity

of cloudless sunshine on waves,

and every faces and pair of hands

looked new, like gifts;

each palm had a story to tell,

each pair of eyes

had seen villains and queens,

or both, shipwrecks and battles

on the plains of their skin,

in their reflection,

in the seas in their chest.

 

Words taught her the weight

a voice can anchor

and how nimbly it can shift

galaxies, tears and the secrets

closed behind the doors

in a stranger’s heart.

Words taught her conviction,

how to keep promises

and set free her desire to breathe

in beauty and heartache,

in grand landscapes, forests

and hidden stairways to attics.

 

The world gained an artist

when she began to read

and write in purples, yellows and greens;

revealing to the earth and sky

and all gods above, below and in between

the power and magic

a girl can muster, harness

and lead

when given the right

to read.

 


Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is President of FVR Publishing, 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.

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Kristiana

I write poetry and prose inspired by the people around me - whether that be my own reflection or a stranger in a cafe. I am the Vice President of FVR Publishing and head of talent acquisition in the UK and EU, a curator for Blood into Ink and a collective member of both Whisper and the Roar and Sudden Denouement, and I write reviews over at Indie Blu(e).

6 thoughts on “The Girl who Reads

  1. EXCELLENT. I love the simple message here because it’s not simple at all, if we really imagine what it was like when women/girls weren’t permitted to read and how restricted their lives were. I can’t really imagine and yet, we should, to appreciate what we have now. This is perfect. And now it makes me want to read in a forest too 😉

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