Playtime With Kittens by Natalie Crick

Stalking through husk, seen
Through traffic light eyes of
Satin and hot jet
As though shifting through veins.

Veins upon veins.
Blue ebony and shot with glass.
She skittered and scattered, then I saw her
Three times

Reflected in placid pools.
Red ribbons and jingle bells.
Your children are fighting in the snow.
Go and stop them.

Dead heat. Your bed
Is warm and you are obviously
And they cannot tell you apart. You are all so close.

©2016 Natalie Crick


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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.


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