The Secret by Natalie Crick
The words fell from her mouth
Like black snakes.
She has lost them all.
A promise she could not keep.
He lies in bed, the room growing dark.
It is the last night of their lives.
Take me there
To the beautiful people
Who run in the garden in long coats
©2016 Natalie Crick
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.