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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.