The Trees’ Prayer

beneath the trees we scatter stones, crystals sprinkled, quartz, adventurine, jasper, shining on whiteout pavements, hematite and sea stone offered, we’re gifted branches by the Rowan that once gave us an indoor sukkah while I was bedbound in our home, one loosed branch will be my pointer in the time yet to be spun, I’ll…

Forgotten Eve

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

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…

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