Poetry by Zoë Davis
A traveller’s litany
I believe we only age in silence, that grains of sand run smooth in darkened rooms. I believe covered heads lie on candy pillows grasped between a cage of teeth. I believe as another year passes, sweet bones slip between the ghost of a stair gate. I believe some eyes curse the moon and its daughters. I believe only strangers know me. I can only fall asleep to the ticking of a clock. I believe the beating of a heart.
Zoë Davis is a writer from Sheffield, England. She’s a stubborn FND sufferer and fights what her body says she can’t do by playing wheelchair rugby league. She writes 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:
Ink Sweat & Tears, Strix, Roi Fainéant and Red Ogre Review. You can also follow her on X @MeanerHarker where she’s always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat.
