A poem by David Andrew

  Matisse: the Parakeet and the Mermaid In a world in which armies were still encountered, though now their role was ‘entirely defensive,’ an old man survives the age of alliances. Younger, he looked out from hotel rooms on the Mediterranean; rooms, one supposes, full of windows and flowers, fabric, birds. There he laid down the law of tables and chairs: recruiter of womens’ dresses, … Continue reading A poem by David Andrew