LOCAL
POETRY

Janet Haney

Ullswater Ode

Yes, I remember West Norwood,
for one afternoon of misery
the guy at the neighbouring desk
sold his flat to me.
We went to see it that Sunday,
I was thirty-three.
What clinched it was the balcony,
though then the railings and the woodwork
were all painted light blue.
True.
Decorated circa 1972,
You laugh. But from that balcony
the cherry trees blossomed and bloomed
and the Tulse Hill flats caught the evening sun.
The sky was big and sometimes you could even see
the Plough and the Dog Star, though the streetlamp often swallowed it.