The Crossroads

I beg your pardon!
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Like Dylan
at the crossroads
selling his soul to the devil
for a musical bargain

When I made parole
I toreadored out your door
like a conquistador
to the Catalana I adore
after laying low
from a low blow
on the Costa Brava
with Lalochezia
the Señorita de Barcelona
Her gentle whispering
in my bleeding ear . . .
“Ahora volver al piso, Señor!”
As I lay dreaming
on her unswept floor
The down and out
floored and gored
vanquished matador
like an old doormat
beaten and shaken
under her stilettoed foot
Always begging for more

Whilst Robert Frost
with a script to fill
got lost in translation
somewhere south
of Catalan
with a pocket full
of those perscription pills
. . . less taken
As such
much like
mi hermosa Lalochezia
de Barcelona
Never to be forgotten

I beg your pardon!
I never promised you
a rose garden
diamond rings
or any of those things
Never
Only ever
a new morning
upon angel’s wings
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Only in the bullring
of your imagination
Your question
my dear sweet friend
is blowin’ in the wind

~ David B. Redpath © 2018 – 2020

Artwork: ‘On the Road’
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018

Photography:
Linda Redpath © 2020

27 thoughts on “The Crossroads”

  1. I read the whole poem with a monotonous tempo in my mind. God, did I enjoy the read! 🙂
    Your painting is beautiful David…the candles that are far melt more…. I guess I am not that deep to understand it.

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      1. you are right! I felt like someone had ignored the sun, the ever-present light source and were lighting candles… but that’s just me 🙂

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  2. Just marvellous… dreamy images, vibes, and… outfits 😎👌
    Is Linda your stylist, as well as your photographer, David? 😉😍
    My favourite was the entire stanza beginning with
    “When I made parole / I toreadored out your door” and especially the part about Señorita Lalochezia, telling you to go back up, but you’re dreaming on the floor.
    Still wondering what the question was, though… I suppose I’ve missed it somehow, or perhaps it too is blowing in the wind, alongside the answer?
    But I quite agree, never should beds of roses be promised, for we can’t predict the weather… but David, they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend… and forever. ;))
    (kidding, kidding… ;)))
    Love the painting, it’s amazin’ ☀️🕯
    like a candle out the wind,
    clinging to the sun
    b’fore the rains set in 🙏

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    1. From the kid
      in the twenty second row
      at the film festival 🎥
      of Marilyn Monroe 🕯️🌀
      thank you very much Lia 💎 🌟
      I was inspired to write this piece
      by an old relationship, that for the
      most part, was very fruitful.
      … But people change over time.
      You should never remain where
      the air becomes toxic,
      even soul destroying lethal.
      Linda is my happily ever after,
      that allows me the luxury
      to look back and laugh 😎

      “Life is a tragedy when seen in
      close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.”
      ~ Charlie Chaplin

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      1. What a gorgeous comment..
        Just filled with wisdom and so much love.
        Very inspiring, David,
        Thanks for sharing this bit of yourself and your love(s) with us 🌟💛💫🌷❤️♾

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  3. Great morning read here in Madrid. I think Mrs. Linda Redpath took it personally though, you didn’t notice in the photo since your looking somewhere but the wood behind you suddenly caught on fire and might burn you, my suspicion is that Mrs. Linda had something to do with it…….
    (that would be a good story though)

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