The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Tim Youngs
Place
What’s the name of the place where we were
happy to stroll through the streets hand-in-hand with our son, occasionally lifting him so he would swing in the air childishly chanting a chant that survived beyond when it should? Don’t go back there. Faux-naïf
for Natty So, off we go by bus to Amstelveen where looking round the Cobra Museum you’ll say that the paintings on show there by Appel, Jorn, Nieuwenhuijs, Corneille are clearly by grown-ups practising a notion of how children see and draw, and not what children your age would do. Do you remember? Your eye was true. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |