Very impromptu poem

‪The Cherry Barques

The weather turned and ground it’s heel
Fed up with country dwellers basking
While city folk clenched their teeth
And dreamt of clear running streams
The sparkling sea
And meadows flower full with song.

A grim lip of cloud hung
Over Falterona
And great gusts of gale descended
Rocking the fir trees.

On it blew
Shutters banging
Until one by one
The cherry trees,
Blossomed above and below,
Their stun sails gleaming
Strained and broke their moorings.
Gallant barques in full cry
They slipped their hilly harbours
And climbed the waves
Pushed by the tramontana
Over the austere horizon
Of the pratomagno.


They sailed and sailed
Gathering their deadly cargo
An Infinity of hogsheads of virions
The deadly spiky virus
Clinging to those tight stretched sails.

And sailed and sailed
Into the cauldron of the setting sun
Taking all that poisoned miasma with them.

How we will miss the cherry trees
But they have gone for us
Stoic and scared too.
They sailed that we might live on
Cherryless but forever in their debt.

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