Lydia Hounat

 

 

You Were To Me

you had a moon-smile
and black hair that contained
the DNA of ink

you had the snap of a crocodile
one with no teeth
and the way you smelled the air

The salt of the sea
made fishes consume paradise

 

 

If you could ask Lydia Hounat to sum herself up in 3 words, well, she wouldn’t be able to. She’s a gobby cow. But she is 17 from Manchester, with a lot of poems she wants people to read, a huge love of chocolate cake and has been writing for many years.

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