In black and white

You may not see our battle scars,

but know this; we are not victims

we are this world’s warriors.

One Haiku of Sky & Water

  gateways of water no human knows their locks; lochs, clouds, creviced realms.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Clay and Sparks

Labyrinthine
Body carved of clay
Sparks within
Visioning
A way through this unknowing
Luminescent maze.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

a conversation with scent

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,…

Butterflies

Don’t fret about the shades

that flit before my eyes

they are my butterflies,

To Sweeten Bitter

Pain tasted bitter,

So, breath’s blades and sugar-canes

Spun honeyed braids of auric air.

Bitter and Sweet

Bitter and sweet,

Zest, pith and pip,

The sun on my back,

The tang on my lips,

In wide blue horizons

I silently slip,

In old cobbled streets

Where kind strangers live,…

Dream Wash Multiplex

Dreams, like water-coloured paintings, wash away when days are raining on one Mary Poppins pavement on another London street, children play sticks along the railing in grey sleet, mascara eye streak. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch first two lines prompted by Reowr again   art piece by the same name: