Somewhere Called Echo Lake Part One by Natalie Crick

A man shoots with a gun.
On a mission from God
Starting his own religion.
He could do anything now.

At Echo Lake
The flowers bled and died
Where she first stumbled, fell down
And cried.

Dizzy in the darkness,
Where he led her into a grove of trees.
And gunfire rang out
Like a terrible death bell.

There were no lights on the road.
Moonlight shone onto Echo Lake
Like something else.
A place from where no one else has ever come back.

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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