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.


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