The Night Our House Turned Blue

Dear George,

Last month Katja and Donna went on a two-week Rick Steves tour in France, starting out in Paris and working their way up to Normandy.  I stayed home to look after Mikey and Donna’s sheepdog, Sophie.  It wasn’t as exciting, but I do enjoy the peace and solitude, and the dogs and I had a relaxing time.  I did have a strange dream on the second night though, and it prompted me to try to capture it in a poem.  Here it is.

Love,

Dave

The Night Our House Turned Blue

My wife has been traveling in Europe

I stayed home to take care of the dog

Actually the dog’s taking care of me

I seem to be lost in a fog

I usually do fine when I’m home alone

But things got strange on Day Two

I woke up at dawn and I looked around

The entire house had turned blue

The walls were blue, the floors were blue 

The flowers and the bric-a-brac too

I wondered if aliens came in the night

Why they’d do this, I wish that I knew

It wasn't the blue of midsummer

More like ice on a far northern lake 

Or an overcast sky in November

It’s the blue of an Indigo snake

Even my dog has a bluish tint

And my skin when I look in the mirror

I could be a corpse in the city morgue

Who knew blue could cause so much fear?

I called my wife in a panic

She said Paris was golden and yellow

She plans to bring home some very bright hues

So now I am feeling more mellow