pelt in the dark stream,
its chiming distance muting
nadirs and zeniths,
I choose the bright apices
by gravities’ granite lip.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Category: poem
Appointed (#WritePhoto)
Crow calls, silver scented chaos on a wing, the first bird in our fable, servant of the eternal treated like a lesser thing, she has pierced the veil of remembering, sky-scattered ash, forlorn tales warning of apocalypse, past or forward-telling; projectiles of perhaps; of gross human failing; humanity’s mishaps, of greed, and taking, wings flap…
Festivals of Fire and Thaw
candles in earth tell
ancient fables to tree roots
angels whisper “Grow”.
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Why is it all about the ‘base’?
but they still talk about the Trumpist base
all ‘bout the base, not justice,
but some of that Trumpist base are fascists
it’s ’bout that base, ’bout that base, not justice
it’s all ’bout that base, ’bout that base …
Guarded; (Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto)
once, I would have scaled it, that guardian stone of hidden realms, mountain giants could just lift it, yet I’d be faster than most elves; with wolf’s heart and unbalanced feet, though many times I tripped and fell, I’d battle boundaries few could see; my barriers invisible, I’d climb after I tumbled, I carried on…
The Trees’ Prayer
beneath the trees we scatter stones, crystals sprinkled, quartz, adventurine, jasper, shining on whiteout pavements, hematite and sea stone offered, we’re gifted branches by the Rowan that once gave us an indoor sukkah while I was bedbound in our home, one loosed branch will be my pointer in the time yet to be spun, I’ll…
Dear Antisemite; a poem for Holocaust Memorial Day
The poem below is the first of a collection it has taken me a long time to share. I’ve not been sharing my work broadly for a while, both for health reasons and the sense of being silenced. Enough said on that one. This Holocaust Memorial Day I am sharing this. It is actually being…
To Celebrate Life
I eat nuts with coats hard to crack, learn to peel a pomegranate, knowing there are things unknowable; inedible, like shells, but beneath that are healthful wonders that shine as pearls, such are the deepest mysteries wrapped in garments that help shield the world, I eat soft fruits with hard, uneaten pits, sweet ripe plums,…
One Drop
One droplet in the green; the clear looking glass of eons yet to be seen, and eons of lost past; of has, was and could have been are caught within a glance; a glimmer; a projection, a globe’s circumference in each drop, queendoms, their union and divergence within neurons and electrons of those two coiling…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 