Cherry Blossom ⋆ Eve Poetry ⋆ Poetry Feature ⋆ Tyree Storey

Cherry Blossom by Tyree Storey

The kitchen is doused in plumes of flour.

Petals for the worktop, in offering

Something sweet from the fridge,

it spills. Down my fingers echoes of our years.

In every cradle and every note of Leon Bridges spinning.

Coming Home, do you recall it? Our candied summer. In London

bedrooms. Sweat on my brow as we made love. I see cherry-blossom

float through my open window.

Tyree Storey

Poetry was never on my radar as a kid, but now I seem to find some form of expression and peace in writing.
I do so from North Leeds, UK and its leafy-green suburbs. I nestle somewhere between the bustling student bars and a slightly more distinguished commuter-belt. Perhaps there’s something of myself in that.

I can be found on @atari_poetry on Instagram, where I post my other work if you feel so inclined to stop on by.

Tyree on Instagram

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