#FreeForm Friday Round up and Prompt

  Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…

Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)

  Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned,   Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds.   Antonia Sara…

Hope has petals

Insignificance does not apply, Rose pepper wings and crumbling things, As petals fade in half-light Clinging to the old walls To catch the flight of butterflies.   Antonia Zenkevitch a response to a VJWC prompt

Freeform Fridays

Hello poets, writers, artists, and other thinkers, Welcome to the first #FreeformFriday Prompt! This is not meant to compete with the other prompt, simply to add another angle.   The prompt words this week are: GRITTY, CALM, BLUE (you can choose any 2 or 3) Set your words free Friday could be an alternative name…

The Century Stone

I have stood guardian
Through trials untold
In each frozen season,

Seen empires built and burned,
To those who sought on lonely roads
I have stood guardian,

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

Struggles With Socks

I struggle with stocks

My worry monster eats them;

Burdens played away.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Disposed To Be

  They’re kind words, true; difficult times never last forever, this news, not hers, only mine inclined ‘til the bow;   I won’t be OK; incurable, I’ll dazzle like a wave, breaking.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch   With Thanks for Colleen Cheesbro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, this week the words were trouble and game and I chose…

Do Say

Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.

Clay and Sparks

Labyrinthine
Body carved of clay
Sparks within
Visioning
A way through this unknowing
Luminescent maze.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch