Biography of Natasha Kirke
I am a teenage writer looking for recogintion.
I was born in London on 2nd March 1995 in Kings
College Hospital. From the age of 3 I started drawing and later writing. At the moment I am workng on my art and music and a novel called 'White Heart' and a story collection called 'The Tales of Ferrick and Berrick'
I have different sites other than PoemHunter such as:
My art page:
http: //www.facebook.com/pages/Natashas-Art/114783521872751? ref=ts
My deviantART page:
https: //www.youtube.com/user/MorphicNightmare? feature=mhee
Natasha Kirke's Works:
None (Though, I am currently writing a novel called 'White Heart' and a combination of two stories under the title of 'The Tales of Ferrick and Berrick')
Natasha Kirke Poems
Fields Of Crimson
The battlefields long ago, Bore the bodies of many men. They held their barrels high. The light glinted off the cruel bayonets.
Oh, age has come and brought me fifteen years And perhaps with it, Joy will come too. Youth still dances with these years
There are angels, Not in heaven, But on Earth. They watch over the children they dearly love
Spaces Places where people or objects should be Empty and deserted Places devoid of life
Frozen buds are born into the world of blood and hate They fall day by day Caught up in the storm of rages. Young lives are wrecked
Soldier, Soldier, born for war Shoots a man and kills more and more Soldier, soldier, a man with steel, Born to kill, born to die.
In her pen she lies in wait A fluster of feathers and feet surround her Every small beady eye glistens with hope and fear As they swivel in their sockets
In her pen she lies in wait
A fluster of feathers and feet surround her
Every small beady eye glistens with hope and fear
As they swivel in their sockets
Clawed feet scratch the dry hay in anxiety
The wooden floor bears the marks
Fear and paranoia hang in the air
Like a terrible stench.
Hark, he comes,