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Navy blues (Dew Drop Inn #17) [34]

Navy blues

The dawn of navy days began on Monday, repeated itself each Monday, e.v.e.r.y Monday. Today was sunny, calm and Sunday. It turquoised at noon, faded to indigo by evening, lights out by the time skies darkened to a midnight blue lament.

—You won't shut up, will you?

Nothing quite like a manic moment to interrupt the descent into indigo wastelands of dreams or horrors lurking in purple-royale nightmares.

Taps sang us to sleep while blue bots buzzing kept us awake, the bewitching hours lit by neon floodlights... blue neon, always blue.

At dawn the sky bloomed a promising cornflower, but by the time we were ready to work, one coffee down and twenty more to go, everything had darkened to a navy haze.

Only 6 more daze to go. We lifted our cups, drowned our sorrows, sang the blues.

         At the corner of cerulean noons
         crossroads of those bright-blue moons
         bluebells ring and we all sing
         yes we sing, while bluebells ring
         the Monday navy blues.
         those navy blues.

© Kåre Enga [174.34] (14.april.2017)

Dew Drop Inn #17 prompt was Manic/Blue Monday

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