Shadowhunters, Goddesses, and Fanfiction


Walking in, I didn’t expect

to find her standing there –

Diana, Cynthia, Artemis, moonshadow rare.

Silverbright, dark-eyed,

silhouette curved like a bow,

arrow-tall maidgoddess

draped in a midnight velvet coat.

Do you seek me, voice-of-the-moon?

It’s strange to see Apollo’s sister

smiling in the lowered light,

carrying a glass

which changes

into a kylix cup…

she drinks, swallows, offers, invites

with her forestshade voice,

her gleamnight eyes.

Come, share wine, join my hunting band…

My lips sip lightly

We might now share more than just a drink,

goddess and ordinary mortal.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Riga, Latvia, copyright July 2013.

This began as something of a fanfiction concept, along the lines of: “From the cast of characters in The Mortal Instruments, what if Isabelle and not Alec were the LGBTQ sibling?” I tried to write the piece that way, but somehow it didn’t really go anywhere. Then I tried approaching things from a more general ‘supernatural woman interacts with a mortal in a sexual/ romantic way’. Somehow a bit of a moonlit Izzy feel stuck around for me, and morphed into a poem about Artemis, Greek goddess of the moon. I like to imagine Artemis as having a rather fluid sexuality, interested in women, men and those who identify otherwise. Perhaps a bit like Captain Jack Harkness.


Observing Apples

“Wild Apples”

The apples of the Otherworld

taste of spicy honey,

of wildness, whirling, courage and taking new paths.

In my mind-travels I’ve had that taste upon my tongue,

sweet, tickling, prickling, mad,

fitting, more than necessary.

But these apples –

red-dusky, green-crisp –

are right here, right now.

Taste them on your tongue, my friend,

wild as the other kind, fresh and bright,

and then I’ll take a bite.

The world may tilt and break around us,

yet in this moment

we have the chance to share apples and each other.

~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Riga, Latvia, copyright July 2013.

This was inspired by a walk I took a few days ago, and by an apple tree I observed in a near neighbour’s yard during that walk. Amazing fruit, apples. Sometimes the simplest things about them can be fascinating, such as the way they can be completely ripe, yet green on one side and red on the other.

What it is like to be a Muslim woman, and why we know what freedom is (and you may not)

I first read this post a couple of days ago, and am not sure how to respond to it in a way that doesn’t sound trite or meaningless. Nonetheless it struck a chord with me, because I believe in every person’s right to be allowed to have and make meaningful choices about their own life. I believe that every human being is worthy of being treated as such, with respect and compassion. I also believe that we are all responsible for the way we behave towards one another, and for the way we react when we treat someone with injustice, or encounter such treatment.
The author of this post has my sincere gratitude and my deepest respect.