Raindrop
The first touch, lightning, soft,
was wrapped up in a neat bow.
It was a fire on a summer day
that had suddenly turned cold.
A second condensed into a
raindrop in my life, when the
heat got too much and burned
away the refreshing downpours,
the Heavenly moonlight.
The first die was rolled that day,
Fate looked
us in the eyes. A day that kissed
our foreheads,
a light to guide when our day
turned dark.
Fire, when summer
chilled our bones again.
Burned into my mind:
one touch holding time.
Lydia Pearson
Lydia
is a twenty-year-old upcoming writer. They study English Literature and
Creative Writing at Lancaster University. They’ve been published by Masque and
Spectacle, Literary Yard, CafeLit, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, and Quail Bell
Magazine. They’ve had poetry published in Because Mental Health’s Magazine and
Queer Yoga North’s Freedom Booklet. They’ve performed their poetry at several
Open Mic Nights. They were published in nineteen Young Writers Anthologies from
the ages of twelve to eighteen, and their secondary school’s poetry anthology.
They write online social media posts for Mental Health Notebook and Because
Mental Health Magazine. They enjoy reading, listening to music and spending
time with friends and aspire to be a published writer and an English Tutor one
day.