Natalie Crick


My apple is a blushing reward;

Eve’s curse, Snow White’s poison,

Rotund and lush

As a breast,

A painter’s desire.


Its bloody orchards weep

Rose petals in passionate

Gales of fruited rain.


My apple’s kiss is sharp and sweet,

Terribly missed,

The sun on a luscious horizon.

It possesses the moon,

Yielding to darkled flush. 


Natalie Crick, from the UK, has poetry published or forthcoming in a range of journals and magazines, including Interpreters House, The Chiron Review, Rust and Moth, Ink in Thirds and The Penwood Review. This year her poem, "Sunday School" was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.