Madeline loves it And sits as Mother would. The priest is like her Father Dressed all in grey,
Palms fluttering with Paper clowns, Legs and arms spinning anti-clockwise Like the priest's eyes slide
From side to side. We are his for an hour But he cannot touch us, For we are jewels to be watched,
And, one day taken. Nobody has ever held his hand But Grandmother, with rings like Little girl's warnings.
This is my house of God, Rain thundering as Unanswered questions. Their faces are taught and chilled with frost.
He is the bee of androgyny Thrusting candelabras as tusks. This drone of activity, It is all too much for me.
Faces dumb as naked dolls. He strips them, licking them with stars Like potential girlfriends Or meats to be weighed.
And We Are Hiding Now
For some time they sat in the cornfield And spoke like dull mice About what would be done. When the sun, a ruined fruit
Ripped the dilute garden growth And spread a red alarm over tall shears The eldest was heard to say “Bury them in the cellar.”
Skins of lice lamented Over the pulsing stalks, Their drones blanched in the air Curdled and hot.
The house was distant and brown Weeping a creeping shadow from within, That seemed to warn: ‘Keep Out'. A blaze from the forgotten.
Old plastic swing swung over the perimeter, A goodbye, flinch.
The sky was high and blue. In the giant shoots Lurking softly and surreal, Two ducklings on the gilded shore.
The sea was swimming with flushed young men Severing feathered heads With long silver scissors. Pointed throrns in a paper box.
The woman roared like the man. “Stop”, said the girls With frilled socks. Once the heavens were purple
Like a bruise, the corn Grew cold and wet. The house stood waiting, a deadened bulb With a swift march
They advanced through the field, Cutting stems.
-- 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.