The pool: Victoria Park

The sparrows chatter in the hedge

The starlings on the limes

The rumble from the carriageway

To Ikea and to Knock

There is a pool deep in the woods

That lurks among the trees

The ivy twines and in the pool

A thousand fallen leaves

The landing roar of aeroplanes

from Russia and from France

A dog barks in the undergrowth

Around the tarmac path

There is a pool deep in the woods

A pool both deep and dark

The silence of the rotting leaves

The silence of the heart

The gulls cry harsh above the mud

The curlews cry is low

The runners’ footfalls echo loud

Along the airport road

Deep in the woods there is a pool

Of hauntings and of dread

Among the brambles and the briars

Where nobody will tread

A bird is chirping on a branch

Then swoops across the track

The shouts of children echoing

From over by the lake

There is a pool deep in the woods

A pool both dark and deep

And in the pool a staring eye

That will not let me sleep

An ice cream van is playing tunes

Along the foggy paths

But where I am, the loudest sound’s

The cawing croak of crows

Anita Greg 21/11/2023

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The pool: Victoria Park
 
 
The sparrows chatter in the hedge
The starlings on the limes
The rumble from the carriageway
To Ikea and to Knock
There is a pool deep in the woods
That lurks among the trees
The ivy twines and in the pool
A thousand fallen leaves
The landing roar of aeroplanes
from Russia and from France
A dog barks in the undergrowth
Around the tarmac path
There is a pool deep in the woods
A pool both deep and dark
The silence of the rotting leaves
The silence of the heart
The gulls cry harsh above the mud
The curlews cry is low
The runners’ footfalls echo loud
Along the airport road
Deep in the woods there is a pool
Of hauntings and of dread
Among the brambles and the briars
Where nobody will tread
A bird is chirping on a branch
Then swoops across the track
The shouts of children echoing
From over by the lake
There is a pool deep in the woods
A pool both dark and deep
And in the pool a staring eye
That will not let me sleep
An ice cream van is playing tunes
Across the foggy grass
But where I am, the loudest sound’s
The croaking caw of crows
Anita Greg 21/11/2023