We had rented the villa

Back in the Spring,

It was painted vanilla,

It kinda had ‘bling’. 

It was high Summer,

When we arrived,

The trip there was a bummer,

It was a very long drive.

The building, imposing,

Sat four square in its plot,

Smaller flats juxtaposing,

Magnified it a lot.

And yet, towering above it

Was a giant cloud,bank,

And I have to admit

That the building shrank. 

Like giant, white pillows,

It spread over the sky,

Like a wave surges and billows,

As wide as it was high.

© Caro Field July 2017

Photo credit: +Malay Nandy

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