Unrequited Love
written by: Natalie Crick
My kiss has slipped off
Like a dress.
It unpeels itself, a gift.
Trees unfurl their branches,
Limbs of whores
Stumbling in the wind.
I long
For you,
My tongue back in my mouth
A restless bird,
Love running,
Freezing to ice on the lake
Only to be washed away
When the sun sinks to a whisper
Drowning in white rain.
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.
Latest posts by Natalie Crick (see all)
- See - April 11, 2017
- Blue Water - March 30, 2017
- Unrequited Love - February 27, 2017
