At The Turkish Café.

At The Turkish Café.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe

I 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 Metcalfe


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While this may be seem like a romantic
place, there is darkness here.you write about savage trees and the wind; you tapped your fingers on the table as if you were in a jittery mood; there is an instant smile, then the darkness again as the the leaves fall and the wind howls

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Beautifully penned. There is a poignant feel to these lines, a sadness perhaps of childhood remembered. Perhaps unhappy memories as I felt some shadow here while I watched you in that Turkish cafe. Chamomile tea, I always find calming.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


I love the secretive/mysterious tone of the last stanza! Well done!

Posted 3 Years Ago


This is a really cool write. It shows that the best writers can make something beautiful even out of something simple.

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a great poem. it captures the feeling of dining alone in a cafe on a gloomy day and being caught in that sorrow.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

While this may be seem like a romantic
place, there is darkness here.you write about savage trees and the wind; you tapped your fingers on the table as if you were in a jittery mood; there is an instant smile, then the darkness again as the the leaves fall and the wind howls

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really love this poem, I don’t know why but it made me think of Tuscany with the olives and outdoor cafe different climate but I just went there. I would love to experience your poem in the real world but I will settle with this beautiful write well done ;)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Danny Metcalfe

3 Years Ago

Thank you, Patrica. :)
Patricia

3 Years Ago

Are you from Turkey or did you travel there? I admit I know very little of it except that it seems t.. read more
Danny Metcalfe

3 Years Ago

I have traveled there. :)

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Added on December 20, 2020
Last Updated on September 23, 2022

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Danny Metcalfe
Danny Metcalfe

United Kingdom



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I 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..

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