Should I be hopeful
with talk of a People’s Vote
now resurfacing,
up for discussion again
while lies are still circling?
hope, like early spring,
blooms and shivers, in each turn
clings between downpours.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Should I be hopeful
with talk of a People’s Vote
now resurfacing,
up for discussion again
while lies are still circling?
hope, like early spring,
blooms and shivers, in each turn
clings between downpours.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
A January Sunday morning,
After my ritual of washing
Dan comes in with the Guardian,
While drinking tea I’m listening
To desired reports, hope glistening;
In the USA diverse representatives sworn in,
In the UK, political rebellion against fracking
And I hear, deep inside, a caged bird sing
While doors with rusty iron locks are slowly opening.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Hello All,
Hoping your year started peacefully. I started 2019 listening to ‘Let’s Face the Music and Dance‘ by Irving Berlin, sung by the great Nat King Cole. The song for me captures the spirit of making merry no matter what troubles may be ahead and finding joy in life and love. I was not feeling well earlier in the evening – I have complex disabilities and chronic health conditions – but by the time we saw the fireworks from our open bedroom window and read out Tennison, I was warm and hopeful. The story about how we ended up reading the classic ‘Ring Out, Wild Bells‘ is shared in a new poem I wrote the next day. It centers on the story of a woman honouring a beautiful tradition her mother kept. I’ve submitted this poem together with one other and three art pieces into an International Mental Health & Wellbeing ‘Postcard’ Show. Another poem of hope is written today:
A January Sunday morning,
After my ritual of washing
Dan comes in with the Guardian,
While drinking tea I’m listening
To desired reports, hope glistening;
In the USA diverse representatives sworn in
In the UK, political rebellion against fracking
And I hear, deep inside, a caged bird sing
While doors with rusty iron locks are slowly opening.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Meanwhile, a piece I wrote last year on disability and access has been published:
So, these are my offerings for hope and determination going into 2019.
With all that is happening in the world, including but not only Britain, I wish anyone reading this (regardless of faith) peace, wellbeing, and security now and into 2019. There are many troubles; from volcanos and tsunamis to the ques at Foodbanks, from conflicts and shootings in Strasburg to rising cold and homelessness, we have challenges to face. Many of my poems speak of the harsher realities but there is almost always hope hidden in the seams and margins. When and if it feels too much I look for the helpers, for they are always out there. They are the ones giving out hot drinks, food, blankets or even a kind word or smile. They are everywhere, and if you can’t find one look in the mirror. If you’re reading this I may well not know you, but I wish you well because many strangers are friends we have not met. If you need some light then I offer an earlier post I wrote, Inspirational Songs .
Hi All,
Hope you’re keeping warm and safe. This post is a bit different to my others. I wanted to share some of the songs and artists that keep me going. One of my earlier posts; Brexit Playlist is a poem that references some of the music I listen to when I feel angry about what is happening in the UK and around the world. This collection is different – only uplifting melodies and songs of hope and unity. It makes me happy to think it might put a smile on some of your faces. There are links to videos on YouTube. So, here goes:
Win Or Lose, Sink Or Swim
One Thing Is Certain We’ll Never Give In
Side By Side, Hand In Hand
We All Stand Together
Play The Game, Fight The Fight
But What’s The Point On A Beautiful Night?
Arm In Arm, Hand In Hand
We All Stand Together
Keeping Us Warm In The Night
La La La La
Walk In The Night
You’ll Get It Right
Win Or Lose, Sink Or Swim
One Thing Is Certain We’ll Never Give In
Side By Side, Hand In Hand
We All Stand Together.
8am,
The grieving wind
And sirens in the air,
An icy 18th of December,
The future forecast
Still nebulous; unclear
As destitution stings
The atmosphere
And each gust calls
Like an anguished mother,
Where do we go from here?
Then, through the thin walls,
The chimes of a child’s laughter
And my heart hurdles to my throat
In that breath and beat of hope.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
We are living in dark times
but know this,
half the nation is by your side.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch