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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