Whitby, July 2019
Up cobbled streets I do not know
I wade through my anonymity,
brushing over me like voile or muslin,
teased by sea breezes.
All round the town and down
to the beach, I relish the fish-slip
of myself, breaching the scene
like a whale fin, glossy and rare
as a tailed star.
Here I am a stranger to everything;
they’ll never be sure they really saw.
Author: Megan Pattie
The GistMegan Pattie lives on the North East coast of England and is a previous Foyle Young Poet of the Year. She holds an MA in Studies in Poetry from Durham University, and her work has appeared in several online and print publications including Atrium, The Black Light Engine Room’s Co-Incidentals 4, and Eibonvale Press’s Humanagerie.