About twenty years ago

There was a building boom

Many villas went up

In a matter of months

And then the earthquake struck

The new money ran out

And the island was lost

Only the bleached bones now remain

Which at the time of our visit

Were being saturated by nature

Sandra had agreed to model for me

As she was a photographer herself

After some searching we found an villa

Which was no more than a ragged cube

It was her idea to undress fully

As she thought correctly

That the softness of her flesh

Would contrast favourably

Against the ageing concrete

How right she was

As many of my photographs

Were selected by a gallery

In Southern France

As part of their summer show

TBC