Amalfi Poem by Elia Michael

Amalfi



Some years ago we went to Italy,
Amalfi was the name of this fine coast.
How do I describe the most prettily
Created views that this planet can boast?
I will tell you: it has seas of deep blue,
A shade that touches the sky up above
And paints it in similar kind of hue.
Contrasting verdant green colours, I love,
In vegetation nurtured by the ash
Of Vulcan; fiery Vulcan, who destroyed
With rains of missiles, vaporising flash,
In temper vengeful, violent, annoyed.
And cliffs, oh what magnificent high cliffs.
They dare like Ikaros to scrape the sky.
I say beware, they should think of those stiffs,
Those casts, Vesuvius, which from its high
And mighty crater, spewed forth molten lava
And gas and punished the people below.
But I digress, there are beans they call fava,
And all manner of fruit and veg there grow,
Especially giant deformed lemons.
Oh but Capri, and I stress the pri,
For some do stress the Ca, oh what daemons
Or angels from heaven came down to sea,
Constructing this little paradise isle?
Umbrella pines adorn the whole region;
Its beauty is such that it does beguile;
Unparalleled, but do not trust this legion
Of words; why don't you go there and you judge?
But, know this, from my view, I will not budge.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: holiday
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