By Perry Wyatt
The corners of my duvet mark the borders,
My realm is short but warm.
As noon pops his head round the door,
I roll to the next continent.
My body isn’t equipped for the cold,
Preparation is required for departure.
I silence my back-up alarm,
And watch the sun marvel from its clouded bed.
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 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 Corporeal Lit Magazine, Fahmidan Journal, and Ice Lolly Review.
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