The housing lady told me it wouldn’t do ─
far too small, not posh enough.
I mean, dear, it’s only a little flat.
But the first time I saw it
I was hooked.
I stood on the balcony outside,
peered across minimalist decor
to the Indian Ocean sparkling
through louvred windows opposite
Wide folding doors joined bed
and living rooms
into one great party space,
clean and bright with sparse furnishings –
beds, table, two wooden-armchairs,
concrete shelves pretending to be a fitted kitchen.
Flimsy print curtains with mason wasp nests clinging behind
couldn’t hide the theatre beyond ─
wings of casuarina trees,
coconut palms and Calice du Pape.
Centre stage a tiny beach
with whale-shaped rock that gave the bay its name.
A foreground pawpaw tree brushed
the little balcony,
where giant spider webs,
dutifully mopped up pesky flies.
Oh yes, it would do.
Written for dVerse Open Link Night – not so much a poem, more a happy memory