Back then we were savages back then we worshipped the moon as it was constant in its inconsistencies of shape and wordless in complaint of inadequacy. Winters were untameable so we rode glaciers to new lands preserved below fresh islands birthed hot and steaming from fire cooled sea. Each wrinkle cost more every scar a burden when nights were darker & days were harsher yet we were dauntless in the possibility of invention and turned hands from war to civility. In ruins of long dead cities we settled mosslike unweeded spread where sunlight fell no longer moon adored aligned to the changing tides of our new trajectory. Zoe Davis is an emerging writer and artist from Sheffield, England. A Quality Engineer in advanced manufacturing by day, she spends her evenings and weekends writing poetry and prose, and especially enjoys exploring the interaction between the fantastical and the mundane, with a deeply personal edge to her work. You can find her words in publications such as: Acropolis Journal, Livina Press, MONO. CERASUS Magazine and Idle Ink. You can also follow her on Twitter / X @MeanerHarker where she's always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat. Comments are closed.
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