The fault lies in old Westminster;
more corroded cogs kaput
as tarnished chains sever
each link they constitute,
The fault, lies in
plain blinkered sight;
acrid smoke screens
our house alight,
The fault
a caldera;
lava churns our vaults;
The fault? Lies in old Westminster.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
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Word-weaver and artist. I'm Co-founder of Nott Normal; a Nottinghamshire based independent accessible, adaptive and gently provocative arts collaboration. Resident story-weaver for set of virtual Cottage in the Woods courses by Yelala from late autumn 2020, early Spring 2021. My writing and art have recently been part of Poems on Prescription, the National Museum of Justice's (UK) acclaimed Letters of Restraint, and The National Holocaust Memorial Centre's (UK) What is Testimony? Art and written work has appeared in various independent publications including LeftLion, Miknaf Haaretz, and Proliterat. I'm a warrior of various disabilities and chronic illnesses with an MA in Human Security (Peace and Human Development). I've worked in creative conflict resolution, sustainability & interfaith work. I stood for parliament (& local gov) in 2015, getting 9.9%, in the top 20 national results for the party. I've since left politics unless you count negotiating between three cats and a laptop. I love animals, my favourite humans, wild landscapes, accessible cities and the sea.
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Reblogged this on Antonia Sara Zenkevitch and commented:
I finally manage to reblog this post after various grapples with WP. Hope someone likes it after all that.
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