Remember Her

When she turns blue
Remember her as sky.

Grey, she is the sea
Leaden, gone,

Still half-asleep,
Dragging death by a string.

It already sounds distant as
The sharp gasp of ghost,

Punishing us, shy thing,
By turning into a light leaf

Or leaping from
The edge again

O so sweetly,
Blood effervescing and receding,

The promise of forever
At the end of every line.
My hands write, poised like a pianist,
And I wait.

 

About the Poet:
Natalie Crick, from UK, has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl.  Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in a range of journals and magazines including Interpreters House, Rust and Moth, Ink In Thirds, The Penwood Review and The Chiron 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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