Beneath The Pool...

On the way to Pangong....

In the eerie backyard of the forsaken house,

Just beneath the murky pool,

Of which the translucent waters spoke,

Lived a king's guarded rule...

Of fairytales, of austere lands,

Of furious battles, of queer trends,

Of colourful people, of hopeful wonders,

Of miracles, love and magic asunder...

Of streams of clear blue waters virgin,

Of mysterious music of the fire urchins, 

Enigmatic,  powerful, alluring, soothing, 

On the rythm that leaves you hopeful or brooding...

The air that bleeds of passionate aroma,

Of beautiful flowers of unknown flora,

Of enchanted woods and creatures unknown,

Brooding, mystical, mythical, forlorn!

Of winds so fresh that no one tires,

Of cosy, warm yet unburning fires,

Of gravity receding to let one fly,

Of earth so fruitful and never dry...

All beneath dirty water,

Lay a land of myth and wonder!

Written for 3WW and Poetry Jam (Impossible Place).