Beth Davis
May I be the woman encased
in blue satin for years to come;
adorned in a diadem
and licking
the sweet flesh off peeled pomegranates.
May you see me at the forefront
of the temple; in either black
or white
between realms, blessed
with foreseeing eyes; saccharine intuition.
At the intersection,
where our mother sun
and father moon
so often pass.
When you drew me
and placed me upside down,
your ignorance did not make my
divine power waver;
what always is,
will be
and always will have been.
May I now withdraw
in sacred silence; from
a mortal
that ignored
my sacred intuition.
May I be
by far,
the most
acrimonious
lesson
a man will ever learn.
Author: Elizabeth Davis is a queer Scottish poet located in Meanjin. After studying journalism at QUT, the woes and triumphs of humanity are something she delves into both professionally and artistically. With a focus on body-positivity and the beauty of nature, her poetry can be found on @e.cdaviswrites.
Artist: Irene Liao is a visual art student from Taiwan who aims to present figurative human art through her watercolour pieces.
Editor: Bea Warren and Euri Glenn