Jeweler in Istanbul
Away from the morning blaze, parallel
to the district of hotels, quite
special: under a bridge, flanked by minarets,
—that tiny shop that belongs to
the jeweler unknown.
Endless tinkerer of form,
shaping her style in ribbons,
bead crochets, hammered earrings,
blue ceramic eyes needled in,—protected
from the smells of döner and lahmacun.… Read the rest