candles in earth tell
ancient fables to tree roots
angels whisper “Grow”.
…
candles in earth tell
ancient fables to tree roots
angels whisper “Grow”.
…
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…
Hear this modern Eve,
where the apple slices sharp
the wax drowns new wicks
swallowing the knife of words
watch a candle cut to flame,
choaked, a blessing came
with an absence of honey;
uttered without tune
where weary throats broke quavers
on past moons, hope a sliver.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
One of two poems:
we lit candles after
their names and tales on our ears
flames flickering, like souls.
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