Somewhere Called Echo Lake – Part 1
Starting his own religion.
He could do anything now.
The flowers bled and died
Where she first stumbled, fell down
Where he led her into a grove of trees.
Like a terrible death bell.
There were no lights on the road.
Moonlight shone onto Echo Lake
A place from where no one else has ever come back.
Somewhere Called Echo Lake – Part 2
He drove like a thing without mind.
The moon shone down full of pain.
He shot her till it hurt like hell.
He dragged her into the disused factory
Where he lived off the land, all those years ago,
In the old farm buildings
And the sun set blood red on the horizon.
There was no one down there at all
At somewhere called Echo Lake.
One shining star is falling.
Back on the beach that day,
An old ship lay broken and charred
The waves hungry and grey,
Roaring in thick fog and wet winds.
I need to speak with you about something.
He was ravaged by racking sobs.
A place, a time that had gone forever.
The last thing he remembered was
And the moon reflected in her eyes at
Somewhere called Echo Lake.
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.