Deer by Natalie Crick

Come morning dew,
Like softened scars
Their tracks across the sunlit land.

Here, they only speak to me.
In the dark, voices fill
This empty house.

They are back,
The ones that bled from me
Last Winter.

 

 

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. 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.