Two poems from Pelican – Kieran Wyatt

Two poems from Pelican

I recite my hours 
rather too soon than too late 
matins by night in winter 
prime in winter early 
spent hours in his company 
I was taught to curl my tongue 
paster noster 
time not wasted
I have control 
he gifts it to me 
seals words in my throat 
with bent wick and candlewax    

pater noster ave maria 
arms around each hour 
my faith taut strong 
tightening my sockets 
before matins after prime 
after compline
my hiding place and my shield 
I am yours save me 
I have sought your precepts 

after lights out silence 

Kieran Wyatt lives on the Fylde Coast. He is co-chair of GenSex (@GenSexResearch), an interdisciplinary research group, asking probing questions about gender and sexuality. His work has been published in Eunoia Review, The Art of Everyone, and Small Leaf Press. He graduated from Edge Hill University with a degree in Creative Writing in 2018. 

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