Sunday, 8 February 2026

Three Poems by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko







Lullabye for David Bowie
                            
                ''Check ignition and may God's love go with you''

i

Night fell to earth
the day you died
dear Starman
fell 
from   the height of centuries—
           the rainbowed inkwell of sky--
fell    
from  the cradle of creation
          the rock of all ages
          the cosmic lullaby

Night fell to earth 
with a hush
then crashed  and burned
then turned    to white-hot ash--
leaving a trail of blue-green rain
across our weeping Universe    

Struck    by the lightning-bolt
of Love's inspired flame
your electric rhythm rocked time and space --  
the hum of the MotherShip whirling through you 
in a mysterious blue jungle of stars

Breath by breath  
notes ascended   hours descended
into sleep   into dream  
into your lyrical longing
A singing meteor   you died with grace
before    your light could reach us


ii

Camped at the edge of Gravity 
the ground breaks under my feet--
gives sway to your magical pull--  
your voice   shining hypnotic 
                                              floating  
over the world   above the moon
God knows    you left too soon  

Beat by pulsing beat   
I fall 
         under your spell    into the swelling heat--
the urban span of angels’ wings   
opening and closing   opening and closing
to that tune    on the radio

How I misssssss 
the tilt of your head   
the flash of your Cheshire grin
your karmic chameleon   
your chinny chin chin
How you turned   Rebel   
how you spinned

dark to light    day into night
How like  you  Bowie   I plan to die
before my death can reach me
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

Each day   you fall from earth 
as dust to dust   you leave no trace
Ground Control to Major Tom
I hear you  still  dear Ziggy Stardust 
  
descending
        into Heaven
           into the Now and Forever
               into New York City
                   the arms of the Mother
                      your son  your wife 
                          the Cradle of Light
into   that   final   rocking   



Fallen

             That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I
          say the word—religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars"
                                              -- Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
   

You’ve come and gone 
as Heaven and Hell
fire and ice
Memory’s breath
the throw of the dice

a weeping candle
a burnt orange flame
a suicide    
What was your name?

I think of you now  
spinning through space
starry starry night 
your ashen face
suspended 

how meteors    like angels
fell from  your mouth 
how you ended in passion
how I—going south--sink with the sun
 
how you break still    as light
when you come
into my head
sliding in and out 
of my brain
the pain
the ink of emotion-- 
the melting moon 
on my tongue

how we cross invisible boundary lines
waxing and waning
through magical portals 
the familiar  the strange
the brief   the immortal
the curse   the blessing  the lesson   
the lost   the found   
 
how I lie in my bed
that black hole 
above ground 
 
I do not like you as much as love you
is what you said   
 
Tears leave their trail  as stardust
through darkness and despair
my body bears yours fingerprints
the trace   of you    no longer there –
 
your brilliant streak swirling  
so far     out of sight
What's love without  madness--
that little sacrifice



Evening Star

It is almost a year   now
since I have slept in the room
where once we lay touching
two heads on one pillow

since    your fingers knelt 
before mine   in prayer 
folding the blessings of faceless angels
into the corners of my mouth

since    you fell through me
like some singing meteor 
and asked me   afterwards
without speaking
why
I believe in you
and other Miracles
I can no longer see

Tonight 
as I resurrect you old smile
beside mine
and the wind shuts the door
and blows out the light

I kneel before our world
and stare at its pieces
Even in my daydreams
stars cross themselves at night








Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary James Meary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few.  After his death, it was his friend, the late great Kathleen Raine, who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish.  

A nominee for the Pushcart Prize, The Best of the Net, and a former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, she is widely published. She has been a featured guest at Shakespeare & Company, on a number of occasions, as well as performed or read in other literary venues in the City of Light and elsewhere. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (in which she represents France), Jazz and Literature and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. 

She is the recipient of two grants: one from Poets in Need, of which Michael (100 Thousand Poets for Change) Rothenberg is a co-founder; the second—the 2018 Generosity Award bestowed on her by Kathleen Spivack and Joseph Murray for her outstanding service to international writers through SpokenWord Paris where she is Poet in Residence. She is also Writer/Poet in Residence at The Creative Process. 

Her selected poems On the Way to Invisible was recently published by The Opiate Books and is now available. Her selected poems The Looking Glass is forthcoming in 2026.

 

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Three Poems by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Lullabye for David Bowie                                               ''Check ignition and may God's love go with you''...