At The Turkish Café.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI am sat by the window in a Turkish café. I order a vegetarian platter and a chamomile tea. I have a starter of bread and olive oil. The scent of dry flowers tickles the nostrils: It provokes memories of early summer mornings, when savage trees raised their eyes to the wind. I tap my fingers on the table like a winter drum…The waitress brings me my food, her hands pink like a belladonna. I taste her breath in each mouthful…Outside, the rain pours and a dog prays. --- Above, a mother bird feeds her chicks with the early worm… Inside, a child is crying---The boy is hungry. I sip my tea and climb the dark trees of my eyes and witness my leaves falling to the ground: raising my eyes to the wind. © 2022 Danny MetcalfeFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on December 20, 2020 Last Updated on September 23, 2022 AuthorDanny MetcalfeUnited KingdomAboutI am a writer, poet and playwright. All works are first drafts. My favorite writers are: Arthur Rimbaud, William S Burroughs, Clarice Lispector, Robert Walser, Julio Cortazar, Mikhail Bulgakov,.. more..Writing
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