pelt in the dark stream,
its chiming distance muting
nadirs and zeniths,
I choose the bright apices
by gravities’ granite lip.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Tag: poem
Dear Antisemite; a poem for Holocaust Memorial Day
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…
To Celebrate Life
I eat nuts with coats hard to crack, learn to peel a pomegranate, knowing there are things unknowable; inedible, like shells, but beneath that are healthful wonders that shine as pearls, such are the deepest mysteries wrapped in garments that help shield the world, I eat soft fruits with hard, uneaten pits, sweet ripe plums,…
One Drop
One droplet in the green; the clear looking glass of eons yet to be seen, and eons of lost past; of has, was and could have been are caught within a glance; a glimmer; a projection, a globe’s circumference in each drop, queendoms, their union and divergence within neurons and electrons of those two coiling…
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,
The Dyslexic Poet
Dyslexic, yet I
write too much, the same frayed ends,
or should that be ‘to much’ –
you may read it either way;
we write to much the same ends,…
A Billion Raindrops
A billion raindrops
fall like all the promises
you forgot you made,
cold, tired, soaked to my bones
I seek trumpets in the storm.
MRI x2
“Breathe in, breathe out, hold your breath,
breathe normally,”
a recorded voice instructs,
reiterates
as other sounds pierce my heart,
I feel entombed
staring at that small black hole
as I comply, …
Saffron Shores (art and poem)
Thieve me into relief or sleep,
Steal me onto far saffron shores
Where Valerian seas beget
Rests thirstier than nutmeg thoughts
Thieve me into relief or sleep.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Equinox
Equinox,
wets paint for sunsets
stroking sky
stretching age,
etching gold with eager hands,
gilt votives in shades.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 