Natalie Crick /Remains/


When snow has filled the lungs
It takes time to cover the body.

If God were a season,
He would surely be Winter.

Waiting by the black trees,
Thin as ribs,

I offered God my mind,
But he only wanted your body.

I look for your soul,
Pale and baroque,

But I don’t find it.
Only your mouth like a black hole,
Open and vacant.


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 Interpreters House, The Chiron Review, Rust and Moth, Ink in Thirds and The Penwood Review. Her work also features or is forthcoming in a number of anthologies, includingLehigh Valley Vanguard Collections 13. This year her poem, ‘Sunday School’ was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.


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