Illustration by Lunadala

Elizabeth by Julia Douglas-Mann


Illustration by Lunadala
Illustration by Lunadala

Horses run amok
in her mind. She remembers
the moment they came
for her, leaving her family
alone in their distress. Now,

blades of grass glisten towards
an open horizon, where
she runs, free as the starlings
that lived in her windowsill.
How she wished to be at one

with the wind, the wild, like the
ones she runs with now
have allowed her to be. She
reminisces on the dreams
of her future, the one which

would not see reality: her throne
and her crown; the love
of the people, her prince; a
change of the world. The
sunset now calls her to run.


About the Author

Julia Douglas-Mann

Elizabeth is captured/rescued, seeing a transformation that will change both her own life and world history.

Studying for a master’s in Psychology, living in the wilderness of Devon, England, Julia spends her time reading, writing, and roaming the countryside.


About the Illustrator

Lunadala

Lunadala is a digital artist who’s slightly obsessed with space, plants, and Studio Ghibli. She draws feminine illustrations and her color palette mostly consists of pastel colors. She loves French culture, especially their style and architecture, which usually inspires most of her artwork. You can follow her on Instagram and Tumblr.


Elizabeth is one of the many amazing submissions we have received so far for the third edition of the literary collection The Machinery. You can read the submission guidelines here.

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5 thoughts on “Elizabeth by Julia Douglas-Mann

  1. Vague, too vague. Like the flimsy, watery white that surrounds the yolk. Didn’t like it. I only wish there was more. If the poem was taking the narrative route like the first stanza suggests then stick with that, or the symbolic route, like the rest of the poem tries to do, but fails at because there’s not much symbolism or metaphors going on. Well, metaphors that lead anywhere anyway. A darling poem, but lacking. It’s all my opinion though. Take it or leave it.

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