Walls Are Too Bright Poem by Louise Tredoux

I was right, the walls are too bright,
the material too light to Rudi’s taste,
at least I calmed his dissatisfaction
with my ill-thought attempt to improve
the flat, by being a dream in bed

I should have known he would want
to do interior decorating himself, the
only reason I fell into temptation is
because I wanted to do something
for him – it was the wrong thing

The walls will be redone in cognac,
a new off-white on the market, the
duvet goes into the cupboard for
guests; warm, intense colours will
be bought for everything

I’m sorry Rudi, I’ll never do it again,
I realize you must choose the look
yourself, having chosen me, your
taste is not too bad, my choosing
YOU only shows

I have better taste than you, but
that’s OK, the love and help I
felt from Juliette’s parents is
one of my most cherished
memories…