gateways of water no human knows their locks; lochs, clouds, creviced realms. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
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…
Lost focus; Thoughts are flighty friends, Loneliness Born within The absent I escaping All navigation. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
In those tangled threads of gold she has conceived a key, in stories long since told, in the electric codes of cities, sub rosa, wrapped in ribbons, she stands by St. Pauls dome, hers the more secret realms of inner wisdom and imagination for she is our unknown. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch With…
*trigger warnings regarding chronic conditions, including particularly serious ones Migraine I recognise Sensory disturbance, I’m calmer knowing what it is; My brain On fire, Waiting For full diagnosis Thinking of Dad’s aneurisms, Anxious, My sight blurs I am fire and ice Pressures rise Behind eyes; I had brain damage at birth, Now…
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…
with our will, ease
these dangers and perils;
we will burn these injustices.
can we weave the green
amid grey smoke and ashes
to re-root the tree?
thick fog descending,
fighting to find thoughts missing
in the throbbing swam.