Oathmaking
By Perry Wyatt
Lyme was theirs, Like Manderley was hers. The beach was their kingdom, And the sea watched amusedly. Jelly shoes and ice cream faces, Sand castles were invincible. Back then families were strong, And happiness inevitable. Sat among the shells, They made a vow. The waves witnessed it, And they never forgot.
Molehill Mountain
By Perry Wyatt
He had a gift unlike anything, Despite the thunder that raged, Windows cracking under hail, He would only watch and smile. Twas nothing, he would say, He realised himself young, Tsunamis could enfold him, And where was the alarm? Nothing could unnerve his heart, His soul untethered alone, Strong enough to overcome all, And ever so lonely up there.
Perry Wyatt
Perry Wyatt (she/her) is a writer from Wales with a love for all things strange and magical. After achieving a BA in English from the University of Exeter and a Masters in Creative Writing from Swansea University, she has returned to writing whatever wild nonsense inspires her. She is a true jack-of-all-trades wordsmith with screenwriting, journalism, and two novels under her belt thus far. Poetry is her most recent adventure and has been shared in Gaia Lit, Fahmidan Journal, and Ice Lolly Review.
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