Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves. Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …
I’m called ‘citizen of nowhere’
by Theresa May, who asserts
this as the British Prime Minister,
though this is the land of my birth,
Originally posted on NottNormal:
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Whatever’s happening in the world, in all our lives, whoever you are I feel the will to say I Wish You Peace!
You may not see our battle scars,
but know this; we are not victims
we are this world’s warriors.
gateways of water no human knows their locks; lochs, clouds, creviced realms. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
can we weave the green
amid grey smoke and ashes
to re-root the tree?
Body carved of clay
A way through this unknowing
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Lady Grey rests beneath a tree, leaves brewing scented breeze coriander swirls coffee, roasted chickory, hands blending, they speak through perfume, merge citrus and sea salt white blooms, spice, olibanum tempering fruit, ripe blackberries brush childhood memories on mint julip lips, stems crushed to release fresh tales; auras of was and May bees,…