Wild Forever Welcome to my wild forever Born of the forests of my mind, An acorn in every letter Of words that no one can fetter Though my body cannot get there, Bones and sinew left behind, Welcome to my wild forever, Born of the forests of my mind. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Tag: transcending pain
Break: a human story of conflict in a ‘holy land’
This poem is inspired by real stories shared by friends and their friends living through escalating conflict in a ‘Holy Land’. I have written many poems recently and over time looking at different human angles of this ongoing conflict. Break “Break his arms so he cannot leave” Pleads a wife to the father of her…
Breath: a poem
This is a poem I posted on a new blog I’ve set up exploring personal and environmental stories around asthma Breath: a poem. via Breath: a poem.
Home
No pets, no children, over-priced, damp, no double glazing, Wrong town, but a converted mental home looks amazing, If they let in cats, we’d move to that nut-house on the hill, And annoy all the residents, the rich ones, not the ill, Landlords, many subtle signs question your commitment – Homes without foundation…
We do not understand
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today there is genocide in the world. In the heart of Africa; Central African Republic, in Congo and Syria. Since the holocaust other genocides have blistered across the world. Each time a lead up of dehumanisation, brain-washing and scapegoating for economic and social ills leading to neighbour killing neighbour. In my…
Wearing Wings
Last month we went to the funeral of a very lovely 41year old woman, my husband’s cousin. We were asked to come in bright colours and bring photographs. We had few photos boxed after a recent move so I wrote photographs in words. The poem above links to those that came to celebrate a life…
Broken Sancturay
A return to some of my own verse. Please respect my copyright: Broken Sanctuary Broken sanctuary Jerusalem to Salem, Seats of a Sovereign She, Axis of the sacred sphere Salem; a place of safety, Broken by the men of fear, Sister did we think us free? What malice lead us here To exile we did…
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…
She who dwells within
She Who Dwells Within Though he slays me, yet i rest my trust in him Though she slays me, she is the light that dwells within, Giving and receiving hand, YHWH echad; united, Elohim, Alight in heart and ancient land, outside the One is nothing, Though she slays me, yet i and all life are…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 