Monday, 8 September 2025

One Poem by Brittany Red

 







Cradle


I’m convinced 

that my childhood bedroom 

was built atop a fairy ring 

that grew cattywampus 

on a little mound of dirt 

outside my window

mushrooms and wildflowers 

nourished by the 

big mulberry tree 

that would drop her treasures 

down below.

Whenever I practice 

astral projection

I always spawn 

right in that space

as if pulled by some invisible tether

some ethereal mycelial network

that holds a small piece of me

forever tugging me 

down and down 

into some twilight purple realm









Brittany Redd (she/they) is a teacher and writer in Thailand.  Her work appears or is forthcoming in Funicular Magazine, Litmora, Cosmic Daffodil, and elsewhere.

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