Good afternoon,
How are you? I've been really well, FINALLY! I truly believe my body wants to be Spanish... Anyway, I started this poem yesterday morning, thinking it was going to be one of my quick Weather Forecast thingies, but then it took on a life of its own and turned into something like a Marvel movie!! (not that I've ever seen one) ...and then, since it was a gorgeous day, and because the day before it had rained, and it seems the next few days are also going to be wet, we drove up the Costa Brava coast towards Roses and went for a long walk in a wildlife sanctuary with loads of towers for birdwatching that reminded of the tower the bad guy falls off in Where The Crawdads Sing. Also, it was super marshy there. Loads of people came equipped with cameras with massive telescopic lenses and binoculars, but we just spied with our little eyes... We saw a few herons from afar...and then set out to explore. The coast there has a stretch of beach that must go on for ten kilometres or so; the light was a gorgeous pale blue and silver, and they are trying to get the sand dunes to come back (I guess they were destroyed by storms, although I'm not sure). Basically we walked for a few hours, including 6 kilometres on the beach, which blew my mind of as I haven't been able to walk much for more than 3 years now, especially not for over an hour along a sandy beach! All thanks to a doctor in Barcelona who gave me new medication. Also, my IBD has gone silent, too, thanks to him. So yes, my body definitely wants to be Spanish!
Here is my poem, I hope you like it. There's a little fun poked at someone loads of people aren't too fond of these days...
PANDEMONIUM!
Sky is poorly, in bad shape,
She hasn’t been herself as late.
Listless clouds mist lazy drizzle
Like weary teachers distilling drivel.
Winds are landlocked, spitting tacks,
Squabbling behind the Alps.
Delirious, high above the greige,
Sky scoffs the entire Milky Way!
Shocked constellations spread the news
Through shooting stars and aliens.
The Big Dipper shuts down its rides,
Urging baby stars to run and hide.
Sun gets wind of Sky’s sad blues,
Freaks out and rises rays askew.
Moon evicts all astronauts,
Derails the Sky Train on the spot.
Space stations set their spacemen free
By dropping space pods in the sea.
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Sky recovers in good time,
Throws on her bluest dressing gown.
Noting the world’s in disarray
She scurries off to set things straight.
Sky gives the winds some extra oomph,
They clear the Alps in one fell swoop!
Listless clouds evaporate
As Sun appears, magnificent.
An electrician from outer space
Rewires the entire Milky Way!
The Big Dipper fires up its shiny cars
To squeals of joy from baby stars.
Moon considers Sky Train’s lot,
But Sky Train’s owner’s lost the plot…
Astronauts hang up their suits,
They’re sick of dressing like big white goons!
Sky breathes a sigh of relief
And pours herself a cup of tea.
Credits roll.
Lots of love
Cesca xx
