The Empress of Nothing
When your time comes you’ll take to the skies
fly through thin air: air
you were disappeared into for years
by nature of those who thought mother and home
meant nothing and nothing.
You’ll take with you a silken strand of pearls
leave behind stinking trotters,
You’ll fly through time.
Out towards a place that exposes the lies
of emperors’ arses through the seams
of invisible trousers.
Next time round you’ll wear the crown,
redistribute the dowries.
Bernadette McAloon is studying for a PhD at Newcastle University researching Female Identities and Cultures in Poetry of Place. She has been a runner-up in the Mslexia poetry competition and winner of the Vorse Scribben section of The Basil Bunting Award. For the last fifteen years she has worked as a creative arts therapist for children’s charities in educational and social care contexts.