Cultural Prompt
Cerulean Blue
If I only had one more day on Earth
If I only had one more day on Earth I’d cash in my weary spirit For a hovel with a courtyard and a gate made of wood Painted and pocked in cerulean blue
In Paris I’d make my last stand, my last sit Riding a bike with the basket out front Filled with flowers and November Bordeaux A perfect match, the fall and the wine
An iron chair that crinkles my thighs A pack of cigarettes and a cherry-wood pipe Lie as sleepy boaters on the old, stone table Happy hashish from Lebanon’s Bekaa
I’ll hold court at the muted stone well Drink the wine as a socialite Laughing with ghosts and tossing my hair Get drunk and billow blue smoke into the air
A thin woman in linen and wool Free because everyone’s been sloughed away And the kids are all gone My imagined, cavernous dream come to pass
Pedal the spokes through the heavy, wet streets Where the century stones whisper blue-grey prayers And the cobbles glimmer in the wet dawn In a city voiceless and drunk
My courtyard is there, just to the left You can hear my music through the stone walls Mozart and China Cat, eternal choral voices My melodic laughter
No need to call any outside civil folk When the time comes to wrap me in linens and pull out my brain And turn my hands up to palm the rains
I’d already be in my tomb you see In the dappled sunlight That falls on the wooden door Painted and pocked in cerulean blue
In response to Thomas Plummer’s “Blue Insights Cultural Prompts — October 2020” : “If I only had one more day I would…..”
