Pi; a tanka

submerged origins

stretch this jazz of blues to gust

bright brine-washed being;

I see clouds and wings trace Pi

sweeping up a cyclone’s tail.

Paper Towers

Lured

They wait

As lies fold

Up a fortress

Of paper towels

To fight the furling rain,

Gusting like old promises

To race the edge of reasoning,

We are the blurring syntax written,

Ruched towers tear the torrents beginning.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Wolf Sky (#Writephoto)

Thanks to Sue Vincent for this week’s #Writephoto prompt. Not done this in a while but glad to be back. So here goes:   Wolf fur sky, Ink scratched branches reach From golden Fallow curves Where rays write green ligaments Into lead and white. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch  

Yellow Hammer

Yellow Hammer document:
What we’ve always known,
Trucks stopped at the borders;
Absent medicine;
People losing lives or jobs
Who would be fine
With prescription drugs,

Yellow Hammer document;
What we’ve always known,
Soaring food prices –
Only so much can be grown
In time to feed us,
Who will face starvation;
When they can’t afford
To feed their children?

Yellow Hammer document;
What we’ve always known;
How many closed businesses;
How many lost homes
In broken communities
Full of lost hope?

Yellow Hammer document;
What we’ve always known;
The Leave Campaign lied to us;
No Deal leads to destruction;
Brexit was and is a farce,
We need a coded constitution
And to stop laying blame
On those who can’t be voters
Simply because they came
From other places to us,
They don’t deserve the shame
Of the Brexit circus,

Yellow Hammer document;
What we’ve always known
All those who felt voicelessness
Will feel more of the same,
Isolation, alienation
Injustice, human struggling
All the more common
When mass poverty is doubling
Amid deregulation –
Which leads only to troubling
Food contamination
And protections crumbling
For workers; for women;
For climate; for rights;
For trade; education –
All our past fights
In prorogation –
As if the picket lines
Never happened,

Yellow Hammer document;
What we’ve always known,
They’re going for it anyway –
The government alone,
Absent of morality;
Deceiving the throne,
Breaking laws;
They, the institution
The hammer; the jaws
They say they save us from.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Unquiet Dream

Emerald Borderland

Where once the fey

Kept their gateways

Between realms,

Now, the frontier of man

Patrolled, man marking ways

As in more troubled days

Clutching old guns,

Yet, one day the Fey return.

Self-Sustaining

To sustain the self Is fraught with complexities, I remain alive.   Hello All, I hope you have enjoyed your Sunday! I’ve not been physically or mentally able to write or blog post this last fortnight. I won’t bore you with all the details but it is due to a domino effect of connected flare-ups…

The Last Free Form Friday

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. …

Citizen of Nowhere

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,

The Slide

Bone weary; this drama has me soul fatigued; diversions perform faux democracy; facts erased; side-lined.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch   a shadorma in grateful response to Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge words to find synonyms for: ‘hobby’ and ‘play’ (alternative text for below photo: an ambiguous graduated grey – a wall or misty window no one…