Audrey – For Helen McNulty You should have played Moon River – Audrey Hepburn that you are, Music bending air, time aquiver, Beauty born under a poet’s star – Warmth, grace, edge Humour, fluid sound, Dancing on the ledge Lives in lost and found, “You’re her” you say…
Author: antoniazen
Word-weaver and artist. I'm Co-founder of Nott Normal; a Nottinghamshire based independent accessible, adaptive and gently provocative arts collaboration. Resident story-weaver for set of virtual Cottage in the Woods courses by Yelala from late autumn 2020, early Spring 2021. My writing and art have recently been part of Poems on Prescription, the National Museum of Justice's (UK) acclaimed Letters of Restraint, and The National Holocaust Memorial Centre's (UK) What is Testimony? Art and written work has appeared in various independent publications including LeftLion, Miknaf Haaretz, and Proliterat. I'm a warrior of various disabilities and chronic illnesses with an MA in Human Security (Peace and Human Development). I've worked in creative conflict resolution, sustainability & interfaith work. I stood for parliament (& local gov) in 2015, getting 9.9%, in the top 20 national results for the party. I've since left politics unless you count negotiating between three cats and a laptop. I love animals, my favourite humans, wild landscapes, accessible cities and the sea.
What is Art?
What is art, what is love but a prayer? Devotion in creation and acts of care, Our art whispers back to us As we like waters to the oneness Murmur: I am your voice, a reflection, I am your vision, your own conception; I forge alchemy in my daily growing, I am your return to…
Trouble with apotheosis
Been having troubles with my apotheosis, Its a messy, sticky, awkward process! Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Creative Space
In our ‘creative space’, the world expands – We examine, we see, today in our hands How we learn; what we want this place to be, Inside out, outside in, a space as we make it Is not what we’re told it should have been. Each space is made of much, much more…
Courageous Dance
Courageous dance, to enter To awaken in the wake, Light of her in him and he in her Shed our casings like the snake To know body as a sacred space Removing layers we are clothed within, Eye to eye, lips to lips, face to face Curved new membrane, skin on skin Sensing risk, trust,…
When words are not enough, I write …
I appear to have followers and people have liked a number of my poems. Thank-you :). When I am more awake I will give myself time to read your blogs. Hopefully within the next days. I thought I would welcome you and mention a few things about what I write. I have a strange habit…
Bee sings OM
Bee sings “OM” We are the word alive, The song of “Om” From the honey-bee’s hive, She knows how to dance in air, Though science says her weight her wings could never bare, Should she be silent, life is cleft, Without her impossible flight No life would be left – Divine Romance…
Shanah Tovah Poems
Shanah Tovah God is the void and the manifestation, Here we must herald the gift of our birth, Divine the thought and voice of creation, We, crafted of holy breath and the earth The Becoming requires our proclamation – We form the realm of the great sovereignty; The ineffable oneness independent of time, Revere Source…
Swan
Swan water bird, dweller of scared pools of thought and voice none but fish see the struggle behind your gliding grace In flight your legs restless to wrestle with the waves, must all swan song be just before death? you, who see beyond all our veils teach me your sight and eloquance may…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 