The Hoofs of Pegasus

Chapter 12: THE POOL

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About This Book

A collection of short lyrical poems that weave mythic and religious imagery with intimate observations of nature and interior feeling. Many pieces draw on classical figures and Renaissance art, while others reflect domestic scenes, sleep, music, and sacrament; recurrent motifs include night and light, birds, water, and ritual. Voice shifts between contemplative reverie and pastoral detail, exploring longing, faith, and creative impulse. The sequence moves through imagistic vignettes—moonlit meadows, bathing maidens, sacramental harvests, and dreams—linking private emotion to larger spiritual and mythical resonances.

THE POOL

THERE is a pool Silent, dark and still, It holds the patterns of the trees The polished lacquered traceries Until a whimpering breeze Breaks the design at will.

And through those waters dart Eyeless fish and blind, Some silver coloured as a star Or crimson as a bloody scar, Sinister their beauties are Like mad thoughts in the mind.

Stranger than scaly thing Or imaged leaf, I see myself a shadow there, The fish are gliding through my hair My dull eyes have a fixed stare Drowned in the pool of grief.