The Pool Of Peace Poem by Sheena Blackhall

It is summer
It is Belgium
It is dawn

The wakening frogs decide to parp at once
Water lilies decorate the pool
White cups of sunshine float on a black mandala

The pool is ringed by willows and brambles
It could be a Monet painting but it's live

Rising up from the deep like a submarine
A grey torpedo, a mighty tin-eyed fish

The fish in unmoved by the past
That nightmare doesn't penetrate its scales

A bird sings beautifully in the harvest sky