Quiet Noises
- Zoë Davis
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Quiet Noises
whispers
of no man’s land
they sit between
thumb / forefinger
gap in your teeth
even braces couldn’t bridge
want me to talk of hearts
make them anatomical
make them an engine
metal driving pistons
think of me
train-like not race-car
hauling bracing smoking
beauty that did not last
our golden age
a revolution
of what is easy to draw
what has been torn out
ragged as a coupon
light as a feather
I hope
as you lay there
beating bleeping
bleeping beating
two hearts
one machine
at war
Biography: Zoë Davis is an emerging writer 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: Ink Sweat & Tears, Strix, Roi Fainéant, Funicular Magazine 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.
Image: Unsplash, downloaded (https://unsplash.com/photos/a-hand-holds-anothers-for-comfort-8bImuuSd0bY) 20. 6. 2025.
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