One Haiku of Sky & Water

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

Stars Given To The Moon (a poem for Women’s Day)

  First, Majesty made sun and moon Equal luminaries, a sky to crown, Legend says Majesty spoke with the moon Who said no two could wear one crown, Majesty, some say, decreased the moon, The sun, it seemed, was left to wear the crown,   Majesty, tales say, ministered to the moon By giving her…

The Moon Child

(*trigger warning – depicts a dystopian future) Do not ask where the ancestors are in this great, lonely city, for they are all around. Do not ask where the guardians of this lone child are, for they are with her every step. They go before her and follow after. They raise her up though she…

Sub Rosa

  In those tangled threads of gold she has conceived a key, in stories long since told, in the electric codes of cities,   sub rosa, wrapped in ribbons, she stands by St. Pauls dome, hers the more secret realms of inner wisdom and imagination for she is our unknown.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch With…

Burning Injustices

we will

with our will, ease

these dangers and perils;

we will burn these injustices.

I am

I am free form, my cells don’t properly connect, according to the norm, as if I’ve stretched to welcome ocean but with it comes the blue as if particles of broken lives get beneath my paper skin, abrasive, gritty, at times bruising walking on pebbles   and yet, this is coloured in with collective dreams…

Hope has petals

Insignificance does not apply, Rose pepper wings and crumbling things, As petals fade in half-light Clinging to the old walls To catch the flight of butterflies.   Antonia Zenkevitch a response to a VJWC prompt

Wise One

They say beware the wise one,

who knows the song of rue

and dances with the moon and sun

with courage to renew.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Yes And

Elementary ever,

Yes, but

Ocean ends,

Yes but

Shore ends,

“Yes but” loops,

Shells turn to sand

And

Shelled life seeks sand

And that song;

“All things from shells”

As another Darwin said.

To Thrive

the circus

of would-bes and was

held within

hushed chorus

spilling into each other

in needed trust, begin,