Shards of Shanghai

Upturned Chinese roofs In a soft silhouette Look so majestic On top of the hill— Encompassed in fog In low light and shadows, Quite simply surreal— Boats filled with refugees Fleeing Shanghai from The Japanese invasion ‘Midst the chaos of war. Gentle waves lap against Boat hulls in dire contrast To the noisy bomb blasts. As shown on drawn faces Fear and faith interlaces With a hopeful resolve. Comrades of all races Are joined in this throng. They sail away to far places Not knowing their fate, As in divine kinship They now all belong. Note* I was inspired to write this piece by a wonderful movie I watched called The White Countess.