Alexandria Reece : Writing

The Oak, The Pine, The Elm, and I.

The Oak, The Pine, The Elm, and I.

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


first line out of metre intentionally
Colours That Make My Eyes Shy

Colours That Make My Eyes Shy

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


it takes me back centuries
Sometimes

Sometimes

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


for a friend who has bad luck with chairs
Cobra

Cobra

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


y'know... kickin' around informal thoughts and labeling it poetry
descend

descend

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


take my hand, a confession
smoke as a spectre.

smoke as a spectre.

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


smoking a cigar, thinking of...
The Empire

The Empire

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


to the Ancient Greeks, Romans and Macedonians upon viewing their artifacts in the Louvre
Dawn, The Riddle.

Dawn, The Riddle.

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


dream sequence featuring my muse, a series of gestures and movements through colourscapes
The Shikra Uncontained

The Shikra Uncontained

A Poem by Alexandria Reece


for Priya, the beauty