Originally posted on The 48%:
Dear Ministers, Oh, dear ministers, Oh dear, ministers, I have listened, ministers, To the speeches you gave, I have seen you, leaders, How some choose to behave, I offer up broken couplets Too messy to make the grade, Like the Eton Mess you serve us; Dominic Raab You’ve had a fair…
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Who knows? This one’s the wild card!
To All I was Before (poem)
I often speak of all I was before, Those ghosts carried ever in my casement, Echoing, like the voices of the wars I traversed, yet now I feel displacement, Life in pause, forbidden summits, woods, shores, Shops, parties, pavements, Vanished continents, consonants, confidence, The family, colleagues; friends I see no more; Those ghosts carried…
The Wyverns of King’s Cross Station
Finsterhuf and Zauberdorf by Antonia Sara Zenkevitch For those who like Harry Potter, fantasy, historic fiction, steampunk journeys, escapism or a read of a good free book, I’m proud to say that I’ve unleashed my not so inner child to write The Library of Lost Wands. The first chapter, plus a lot of art work…
Indices
I write of lives in indices, Scenes sketched within margins Of halts for breath in sentences, Of freedom in parenthesis In our secret garden, I write of lives in ink; Hers inscribed in water In quiet apocalypse Others would call order, I write of lives, Their curve in words At boundary lines To…
Wild Forever
Wild Forever Welcome to my wild forever Born of the forests of my mind, An acorn in every letter Of words that no one can fetter Though my body cannot get there, Bones and sinew left behind, Welcome to my wild forever, Born of the forests of my mind. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Inspiration Porn
I’m not your inspiration porn For you to sensationalize As your source of motivation For your more abled-bodied lives, Not your inspiration Or measure of your skill, A Paralympian Nor life uncured to kill, I’m not your porn, Objectified For you to own Or criticize, Not your Provocation Your stimulus or spur;…
The Skaters; a zanze
Originally posted on Reowr:
When the mountains impale the sky,They rupture the veins in the cloudsAnd colors explode with a sighWhile wrapping the heaven in shrouds. When the mountains impaleThe malevolent winds,They sink fast with a wailLike a shark with no fins. When the mountainsAll roar with pride,Lava fountainsErupt inside. When theClouds start to cry,Rain…
still here; still hear
Hello, I say to friends, poets, travelers and unknown warriors,
I have not posted on this site for a long while initially due to being messy-busy then due to being very unwell. I seem to have collected chronic illnesses to add to life-long and new disabilities. I’ve recently written an article in a local newspaper called Left Lion about these experiences, so instead of boring you here, I’ll let you decide if you’d like to know more by clicking the link.
For a while, I could not write or talk much, which let me tell you, refocuses you somewhat when you can. I’ve been slowly compiling my work into books. Between computer and brain crashes and bouts of bardic outbursts, this is taking time. I’m also trying my hand at fan fiction, which began as an exercise to flex my literary muscles while escaping the adult world, yet seems to be evolving. I will shortly be posting a link…
48 Percent Life
Originally posted on The 48%:
into the loaded silence, I write all about a 48 percent life, while the globe spins on a knife into the loaded silence, I write as i watch, gross injustices ignite my body immobile, thoughts in flight into the loaded silence, I write all about a 48 percent life. ? Antonia…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 