gateways of water no human knows their locks; lochs, clouds, creviced realms. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Category: Soul-scape
Soul-scape is an exploration of seeking and experience of spirit, soul, oneness, unity, faith and its flickering, prayer, the divine romance, traditions, law and lore reflected, re-evaluated, affirmed, questioned, discussed. It is my way of navigating, expressing, reaching, translating without dictating. The role of artist or poet is not propaganda but a speaking soul to soul, heart to heart, eye to eye in such a way that shares experience and ideas whilst opening space for another’s own personal interpretation and experience. This is my aim.
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,
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 