Crow calls, silver scented chaos on a wing, the first bird in our fable, servant of the eternal treated like a lesser thing, she has pierced the veil of remembering, sky-scattered ash, forlorn tales warning of apocalypse, past or forward-telling; projectiles of perhaps; of gross human failing; humanity’s mishaps, of greed, and taking, wings flap…
Tag: writing prompt
Guarded; (Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto)
once, I would have scaled it, that guardian stone of hidden realms, mountain giants could just lift it, yet I’d be faster than most elves; with wolf’s heart and unbalanced feet, though many times I tripped and fell, I’d battle boundaries few could see; my barriers invisible, I’d climb after I tumbled, I carried on…
Valcamonica; the last mountain (#WritePhoto)
August 2015 travelogue: Valcamonica, Italy The last mountain I climbed was a place I saw art that has spoken to our kin over millennia. It still offers a signpost to wonderers and wanderers today. I won’t kid around, the journey was hard; I could hardly walk, even then, plus my asthma wasn’t under control but…
Blue Eons (Anagram Verse)
blue eons observe
lone silence’s ire,
in it yells a curse
to rile oceans;
to rouse bile in us,
yet envoys arise
to yearn,
to learn
in soul’s urn
obverse to ruin;
converse orations
annul bribes;
no absolutions
in love’s alibis
yet our orisons
vault bliss; …
The Bend
…life; potential; vitality,
such strength for the able-bodied,
I choose a bolder path you see,
or perhaps ‘choice’ was eroded
by kinks in my neurology
and the way my cells encoded
in ‘abnormal’ biology; …
Pi; a tanka
submerged origins
stretch this jazz of blues to gust
bright brine-washed being;
I see clouds and wings trace Pi
sweeping up a cyclone’s tail.
Wolf Sky (#Writephoto)
Thanks to Sue Vincent for this week’s #Writephoto prompt. Not done this in a while but glad to be back. So here goes: Wolf fur sky, Ink scratched branches reach From golden Fallow curves Where rays write green ligaments Into lead and white. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The Last Free Form Friday
Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves. Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …
The Slide
Bone weary; this drama has me soul fatigued; diversions perform faux democracy; facts erased; side-lined. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch a shadorma in grateful response to Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge words to find synonyms for: ‘hobby’ and ‘play’ (alternative text for below photo: an ambiguous graduated grey – a wall or misty window no one…
Dragon Thaw
The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,
Thus, the rider sought the dragon
Iron Scale beneath her bridge
“we need your breath of fire
For life to prevail,”
The rider said.
One roar,
Spring.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 