The Big House
by Sally Flint
(for PH and ZM)
This is the house we want to live in,
with multiple windows and shutters.
A veranda to absorb sunsets,
gardens that tumble to a golden beach.
This is the house we want to share,
with bright stucco walls;
a doorbell that repeats Clare de la Lune,
flurries of clematis around the front porch.
This is the house we want to have;
its rooms so big we can run across them,
or around pianos, four poster beds,
and spacious baths you can step into.
A house with pools and terraces,
for evenings when friends congregate
to barbecues of free-range steak, drink
vintage wine brought up from the cellars.
This endless house, with attics and corners
for spiders to settle, never to feel scared
of being trodden on, or trapped in jars,
with multi-coloured rugs on floors and walls.
A place where sun finds our faces,
and neighbours share fruit from trees, with smiles.
This is the house we wish for, with no need
for fences. Home to which we all own a key.
From Pieces of Us (Worple Press)