Disappearing Ducks!


Twilight ducklight softly falls,

evening follows close behind,

walking softfoot upon springy grass –

up-and-down, up-and-down.

Bordered all in dark-green bush reflections,

shadow-pale lake water cups the sky.

Fishbone clouds, scatter-sharp, poke into the drowsy blue,

anchored in a gilt-edged sheet of gray.

Three ducks fly low in a flexing V,

feathers skimming, raising silky liquid ripples.


they disappear,

melting into bushdark border-water.

Three white splashes plish plash plosh

 foam up, blooming, poking holes –

this is where the ducks dove into greendark.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Dubai, copyright April 2013.


Linking Inspiration

Here are links to the websites of (or about) a number of authors whose work I admire. Each of them captures my interest, and the majority inspire my own work as well. Happy browsing!

Bill Bryson: http://www.billbryson.co.uk/

Jacqueline Carey: http://www.jacquelinecarey.com/

Charles de Lint: http://www.sfsite.com/charlesdelint/

Anne Fortier: http://www.annefortier.com/index.html

Neil Gaiman: http://neilgaiman.com/

Terry Pratchett: http://www.terrypratchettbooks.com/

J.R.R. Tolkien: http://www.tolkien-online.com/  

Jane Yolen: http://janeyolen.com/

Books Coming to Life


Quill pens scratch, feet shuffle,

voices read aloud in droning monotones –

noise reigns here,

where books are born.

Scribes with hedge-trimmed hair

scrape sheets of sheepskin parchment,

tasting its pearly glow

with sensitive fingertips.

Purposeful clutter crowds around –

jars of coloured ink with a hundred smells;

knives for trimming quills;

needles, thread, cover-leather.

A monk with nose so sharp

it nearly punches through his skin

strides up and down, back and forth,

keeping order.


fingers all stained red and blue and green,

take the pages full of graceful script,

surround words

with images, borders, curls so bright

it takes more than the eye to see them.

A hundred years from now

someone will hold a manuscript made here,

feel every life that touched it,

hear every voice

whose hand scrawled bored, laughing notes

in the margins.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Dubai, copyright 2013.