This Remembrance Sunday I am attaching links to two past posts of mine. On this day I recall all those who died or were injured in body or mind in wars they had no part in starting. I honour those who stood and fell against the forces of fascism from whatever country they hailed from. …
Tag: conflict
Ghosts Rising
Ghosts are rising this Halloween;
Unrestful wraiths mourn us,
The veil is getting thin between
These whiles and the bygone,
Souls speak on the squall,
Hearts become funeral drums;
Ghosts are rising this Halloween,
The fallen of past conflicts warn
Of further turbulence to come,
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…
Remembrance: a poem by a red & white poppy wearer
If I don a red poppy it is not for one state, It is not to declare some glory in war – It’s so often started by greed, fear or hate – But I recall those perished on many a shore Due to directives of others, not due to fate, So many have died, I…
Opaque Horizon
Terror is this opaque horizon, toppling on the brink Of seeming void; in emptiness of a missile spent, Margins smudged with names obscured under ink Of tyranny of those that will not relent, or think, There may have been a gleam to glean but then The witness blinked and the sky was splinter-rent, This…
Dear Theresa
I wrote this last year when the government were talking about ‘non-violent extremism’ laws. In the recent attacks on human rights I am posting it. It is a personal response, all views my own: Dear Theresa Dear Theresa May Am I non-violently extreme Because I hate what you say And have the courage To think…
A Song of Poppies (in hope of more peace)
Bend swords into ploughshares, flutes, trumpets, drums and violins As one exhales their last, still another greatest symphony begins, And this is our triumph; when words fail us, the sound of horn Quavers upon wind, words of peace as seeds of poppies spawn; I will wear both red and white in remembrance and anticipation Of…
In Dialogue
The following was written in response to a symposium by the same name, Yom Kippur and the examining, releasing and power of words. In Dialogue Dialogue curation; The art of conversation, Of counted words And exclamations, Of rhythms and inhalations, Of politics and poetry In gagging law and commentary Noetics interfacing fantasy In iterate sachet;…
SECURING A BITTER FUTURE!
*Please note this was written when Theresa May was Home Sectretary, and I was an interfaith women’s worker fighting for the rights of women under threat of deportation at risk of their lives. So, she was not a favourite human. The below is about specific, I believe dangerous legislation she was pushing through under the…
Rainbow Warriors and the Tardis
I enjoyed the first episode’s introduction to the dark, humorous, twisty twelfth Doctor. Beyond the story well told with satisfactory quips and quirks, relationships and potential story arcs were set up. I look forward to watching these develop and even more to exploring my inner geek in predicting them. I found the second of this…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 