TRANSFORMATION, a poem

black and whitewhite
a ghostly memory
of damask roses
night-booming jasmine
olive trees, heavy with fruit

black
reimagined into white and
gone the fear of bombs
gone the crumbled buildings and crushed hearts
the abandoned cities, the empty streets
now the children play, they study
the houses stand and the gardens grow
hope towers, a moral high-ground
the ghost becomes a dove
the hawk has flown

© 2016, poem and Illustration, Jamie Dedes; All rights reserved