Two poems from Pelican 1. 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 2. 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.