Swedish Waitress Poem by Alaa Elgadi

Swedish Waitress



When aesthetics unconsciously serve rationality,
Reality falls in love with the imagination’s personality.
Here I was sitting gladly by Kyrenia harbor alone,
Drunk with meditation scribbling the Corner Restaurant’s tone.
As a sailor from the Mediterranean and a mermaid from the Baltic Sea,
I was untying a poem and a tall blonde woman suddenly appeared before me.
I was astonished when she said “ Good afternoon”,
And her melodic British accent was such a boon.
“ What would you like to drink? ” she asked me with a smile,
Then I got lost in the Scandinavian countries for a poetic while.
Later, I replied “ a cup of cappuccino, please! ”,
Sailing along her blonde hair with her blue eyes’ breeze.
My curiosity asked her” Are you British? ”
She said smiling” No! I am Swedish! ”.
I packed all my aesthetics in one poetic bag,
When I asked her about the colour of the Sweden flag.
She flushed with weirdness about my conversation,
“ Yellow and Blue” she answered with an aromatic sensation.
I said “ No! It is the colour of your hair and your eyes! ”
By a cup of cappuccino, the Sweden’s charm I could recognize.
Another blonde waitress from New Zealand made my coffee and served me,
And I was pulling a net full of poetry scented with Kyrenia’s sea.
This city is a pretty blonde witch casts spells on poets with aesthetics,
But it tosses you as a fish to a cat if you are one of the bad critics.

Swedish Waitress
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 08 May 2015

Woah interestic and aesthetic! Poetry and narrative excellence here. The flag and eye n hair color was a creative enjoyable line. Pls do read my poems too and if u r muslim coment my latest poem.

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