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written by: Natalie Crick

 

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.

Natalie Crick

Natalie Crick

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 plans 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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