Hansel and Gretel by Natalie Crick

“The place I live in
Is a kind of maze
And I keep seeking
The exit or the home.”

In the deep dark woods,
She lives
In an Aladdin’s cave that glitters.

Mother and Father can fuck
In the great green grass
Outside her door,
Playing with their own shadows

And twitching in the air like dust.
Madeline’s reflection is a boy in the window
In flowered pyjamas,
Footsteps soft as rain,

Drumming inside the walls.
There is something alight inside of her now.
She is young, gulping down air,
Running with a candle like a maid.

She is not frightened.
Mother’s breasts are moons.
The girl, she overflows with love
And she and her

Can embrace under God’s sky
Trapped in the air for a moment,
A fluttering moth
Caught in her mouth
Like a clot.

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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