‘it was caffeine she was after, not her fate’ – Elif Shafak, The bastard of Istanbul.
Genius writer
Is it my fate I’m chasing,
in all these copious amounts,
of coffee drinking.
Is it an answer from the unknown,
I’m waiting to be shown,
holding to account,
a coffee bean,
a baristas hand,
to black and gold elixir sinking.
I need an inkling,
a semblance,
a sign,
something,
to steer me,
show me,
and enhance my thinking.
W.E.
Elif is the #muse of the day.
lonerloaner 