Amsterdam Poem by danae kavouridi

The sky was blue and it was night,
The road was full of cars
wandering like crazy glow worms.
She was standing right in the middle of the street,
these new friends,
draining their clothes to rainy weather
in the middle of the filthy street
(cigarette packs, cans of beer, little coloured packages)
a fairytale was taking place.
A muse to Hans Christian Andersen's
‘'the little match girl''
Lights, colours, sugar clouds
dragging her to a fierce dance.
The new friend,
was a Hitchcockic figure..
Everywhere she was seeing faces of death
but no one could help her.
What were these things they all ate called?
So bitter tasted, so ugly to swallow
but so amusing…
Along with Alice in Wonderland
They all paced to her rhythm…
What was this place called?
I don't recall
I think a memory strokes my tired mind
Yes! I recall! It was called…it was called
Amsterdam.