by Nick Gisburne
Upon a lake of perfect liquid light,
A surface even steel could never slice,
Two peoples on opposing islands fight,
Despising any peace, at any price.
Two disenchanted daughters disagree
With what their feuding families resist.
These proud, precocious children meet, for tea,
Two furtive girls, beyond their borders’ mist.
“We must,” they say with certainty, “survive,
And war, with all its darkness, will not do.”
Returning after curfew, they contrive
To circulate a special, splendid brew.
Discreetly stoned, each frosty island finds
A piece of peace to melt their mindless minds.
