Poetry: "Young Love" by Natalie Crick
By Natalie Crick
When you were five
And I was six,
We would hold hands
Just like this.
When you were nine
And I was ten,
We made a pact
To never tell, and then:
You began to tell me every word
That escaped from your lips, with cold secret stares.
A look or a glance through long
Fingertips. Your beautiful face.
I see you sitting by the stair, your body
Tight in hot sun, a sad lamb
On stage. And when I have passed you
Flushed red raw, I want to remember
How young we were.
Splayed out across the pitch
Like baby starfish, pink and pinched
As tongue's blood.
Our father and mother are in silent reverie,
With knotted wrists and electric hair,
Nodding and clapping, as dumb waiters do
To our games. When we are together we are together.
Today we are family as the ill
Walk in lines, with shaken smiles that marry us.
Mother, to me you are a figure of fun.
Father, you are a child when you wake up each morning.
Natalie Crick is a writer from the UK.
"I am an English Literature graduate and my original poems are influenced by confessional contemporary women's poetry. I am working on my collections with a view to a publishing contract."
On Her Work:
"I have been particularly inspired by the metaphors and symbolism in the work of American poets like Sylvia Plath and Louise Gluck; two of my favourite poets."
On Female Creators:
"The female poets I am drawn to have been a source of strength and inspiration. I hope to continue in the same vein and inspire more young women to channel their creativity through poetry."