Debut exhibition a true voyage of discovery for John Tynan
A ROOK called me back to my past. Raucous, if not a little rankling, he perched on the top of a tree and interrupted me as I turned on music before cleaning a stable.
“Ok,” I said, “I’ll listen to you and your friends instead.” At that moment, I was whisked back to a childhood walk in a woods, and the first line of my first poem emerged.
