The Jade Quill

green plant with water droplets
Photo by Vojta Kovařík on



sheets of dreams

knowing none know

where my tides convene

at breaker’s edge, the brow

transformed in the under-toe;

most people believe what they see;

choice summits of the pâte of Maslow,

they choose not to view the agony below,


So, into the ethereal, I go,




Seeming real,

Such carnivals

Seeking rootedness

In words that, like leaves, fall

To quench the envious grasses

That await the end of battles

With keen, upright, quivering jade quills,

I pluck them, for I’ve legends in me still.


Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

(OK, it’s a double etheree, because there was more to say … and more to live for, those who battle chronic illnesses, disabilities or struggles seen and unseen may understand.)

On a ‘good day’ Antonia Sara Zenkevitch


  1. Cubby says:

    “under-toe” hehehe what a perfect homophone. 🙂 An ethereal double etheree…love the form. 🙂

    1. antoniazen says:

      love the fact I made you laugh with my homophone 🙂

    2. antoniazen says:


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