Making Cream


The bold matrons bustle about knowingly
Taking turns to comment on the weather
And what life was like when they were wispy
History abbreviates as the flowers gather

Era troppo bella

The sound of milk falling into the pot
Does not gush like water as liquid pours
Thick and foams a whitewash waiting to clot
And for the hands kneading before it sours

Ma era anche troppo forte

The sight of milk skimming its thin top coat
Silences the bold matrons to reflect
On the resilience of the things that float
Up to where all nature's children connect

Ma che meraviglia!

She shan't be much longer Please wait a while
Goodness speaks out in the general gurgle
As Butter blocks pass by in single file
She touches the brooch near her hard nipple

Poi c'era il formaggio

 

Bevagna, 31 12 2007