Star-Haunted Place: Poetry by Natalie Crick

By Natalie Crick

See

See how
The moon hangs in utter darkness,
A smouldering black,

A crack of light
Disappearing almost,
The world paused outside.

See how
Blood’s blue shadow
Barely runs beneath her skin.

See how her eyes glitter
Like fire, wisps of inked
Paper that one day will curl and smoke

Rising into the abysmal fields of
Some star-haunted place, some
Suddenly interrupted, fathomless sky.

 

Sepulchre

The remains of Winter look set to die in March.
Trees, leaves, undergrowth, tangle and twist
Together, obsessed lovers

Dry as bones in the wind.
The glow and shadows on her face,
In memory, make me dream

She’s home

Until I remember
This house is death’s
Eminent domain.

Scarlet leaves spin like carousels
To feather her resting place,
Sumacs sucking at my blood

Until I lose all colour,
Her whisper and phantom limb
Feasting in the sun.


Natalie Crick, from Newcastle in the UK, has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. She graduated from Newcastle University with a degree in English Literature and plan to pursue an MA at Newcastle this year. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in a range of journals and magazines including The Lake, Ink Sweat and Tears, Poetry Pacific, Interpreters House and Jet Fuel Review. Her work also features or is forthcoming in a number of anthologies, including Lehigh Valley Vanguard Collections 13. This year her poem, ‘Sunday School’ was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

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