Natalie Crick
Blue Water
When my Mother dragged me out
I wasn’t cold.
My breath was blued
By the light, seeping through
Trees, black as night
With all that nothing in-between,
Mother already grieving
For the other who drowned.
Tonight the storm broke,
Clouding the colour of
Mother’s necklace with the broken clasp.
The wind whittles your apologies
To blue bone beads
Small enough to swallow.
Unrequited Love
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.
See
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.
