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.