Night Cafe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Hello all, This poem takes place in the setting of Vincent Van Gogh's 'The night cafe' (see the picture), and is about how a love for art, music, poetry etc, is beatiful in a person, the various objects being metaphors for this. Hope you like it and please comment :D

The Night Café 
‘A place where one could go mad or commit a crime’...
Rusting brass pots and pans dangle
Over this mahogany alcove,
Where a huddle of melting candles
Blaze on an antique table
Around a solitary purple carnation
That poses for still life.
Herbaceous puffs of smoke billow
Around it’s delicate petals,
While a quiet bohemian girl blows
Tunes on a dented harmonica,
As she slumps against the red walls;
Her name is Johanna.
Wrought-iron clocks above us tick,
Hanging from those red walls
As I study Johanna’s rich poetics
Written in bright green ink,
Amazed at her bohemian beauty
In the stuffy night cafe.

Submitted: September 09, 2010

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