Natalie Crick has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. Her poetry is influenced by melancholic confessional Women's poetry. Her poetry has been published in a range of journals and magazines including Cannons Mouth, Cyphers, Ariadne's Thread, Carillon and National Poetry Anthology 2013.
Dear Sister
It is Winter here.
Snow has fallen.
“I am afraid”, said the moon.
She is beautiful tonight.
Now it is darker than December.
What is dead is a different colour.
My dead sister is neither a man nor a woman.
She is a ghost.
We do not speak of her
Anymore.
I turn away from mirrors
When I see her reflection.
The dead can no longer see
I no longer care.
O Lord of darkness,
I want my innocence.
The Murmurings
The poison drips steadily into my skull.
Lice are feeding. They are carnivorous.
She is biting away at my life.
I am merely a husk.
She watches me lie awake at night.
She lives in me, breathing,
Locking my heart away in a chamber
Where nothing moves.
Where the air freezes to ice.
I wait for a sound.
There is no end.
I remember the beginning: a death.
For years
We are white with exhaustion at what this thing is.
It is the last night of our lives.
Tomorrow I’ll be gone.
She is alive. Look:
It is beginning to hatch.
But it is dark. So dark.
I can barely see my own reflection in the mirror.
There is just some stranger.
We try to catch the pieces of me
Before they shatter forever.
Misted snow drifts over the remains.
(Note: "Dear Sister" first appeared in Synchronized Chaos.
"The Murmurings" first appeared in Beakfu.)
~Natalie Crick
Dear Sister
It is Winter here.
Snow has fallen.
“I am afraid”, said the moon.
She is beautiful tonight.
Now it is darker than December.
What is dead is a different colour.
My dead sister is neither a man nor a woman.
She is a ghost.
We do not speak of her
Anymore.
I turn away from mirrors
When I see her reflection.
The dead can no longer see
I no longer care.
O Lord of darkness,
I want my innocence.
The Murmurings
The poison drips steadily into my skull.
Lice are feeding. They are carnivorous.
She is biting away at my life.
I am merely a husk.
She watches me lie awake at night.
She lives in me, breathing,
Locking my heart away in a chamber
Where nothing moves.
Where the air freezes to ice.
I wait for a sound.
There is no end.
I remember the beginning: a death.
For years
We are white with exhaustion at what this thing is.
It is the last night of our lives.
Tomorrow I’ll be gone.
She is alive. Look:
It is beginning to hatch.
But it is dark. So dark.
I can barely see my own reflection in the mirror.
There is just some stranger.
We try to catch the pieces of me
Before they shatter forever.
Misted snow drifts over the remains.
(Note: "Dear Sister" first appeared in Synchronized Chaos.
"The Murmurings" first appeared in Beakfu.)
~Natalie Crick