These are poems for a time of apples and honey; a time of new beginnings where fruitfulness comes to trees of every age. The sweetest fruit often falls from the oldest trees. This is a time, when according to at least one ancient calendar, we celebrate the birth of humanity and of ourselves. It, for…
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Valuable
We have a value worth more than a bottom line, Of being treated unfairly and saying it is fine – Value, from the Latin ‘valere’ meaning ‘to be strong’ – Economics have forgotten our worth for so long, We are nature, veins like river networks, kin to bee, Inequality wastes skills and talent and destroys unity, We have fundamental worth, not just…
Identity
What is identity? As a poet the idea of who I am is fluid; a becoming. I am a poet and political being, creative facilitator and cat cushion. I am between able-bodied and disabled. I am born and live in a mix of cultural heritage. Faith and science stand for me in partnership. I am…
As the Earth does Spin
I’ll be Davening, I’ll be Dukkerin, Traveling as the Earth does spin, Sing blessings into changing winds A song never-ending, a new voice begins; I’ll be weaving my weaving ways Along the Great Spirit’s pathways, Opening with dreamer’s eyes and soul, The wheel is turning, life is whole, I own no-one, no-one owns me; Neither…
Love’s Dance
The shadows are singing in the flickering flame Eloquent in the silence, each spit speaks prophesy; Each eye an oracle, each breath inherent with name, We, the first light of the fire, fluid and salt of sea, Breath in doves wings, united, insight uncoils again; Formation, annihilation, the alchemy of re-generation – Unity within division,…
Words in Silence
Words into silence, sense lost in cadence, In echoes of self voice becomes void, Distance is measured in the will to chance Truncated, topography not enjoyed, Touched intimacy at his behest Obscured by the questioning eye, Questions belie a seeker’s quest Before any journey, a goodbye? Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The Book of Living
Andorra, gateway to hidden paths, Antonia Zenkevitch 2008 The Book of Living Inky shadows painted on light so we can see, From close to opening, a world as we perceive – Become ourselves for the Becoming to be, Core reacquainted on the rock to which we cleave Returning to renew; to be at-one and still…
The Eye
Rainbow Eye by Antonia Zenkevitch The Eye The ocean is born First tear from the eye, Light born liquid To reflect itself So we may see Our envisionings Manifest within as We create ourselves One eye made of many; Light refracted, Water rippled; We diversify And our light Grows wings, Fins and tails; And words…
Art reflecting Life, Art in Conflict with Life
A repetition in my art are words and image on glass. There is something about seeing life happen in the glass and the witness seeing themselves in the glass that appeals. In its simplest form this means there is both conflict and collaboration between daily reality and ‘art’ in the work. Art, writing does reflect and battle against our…
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