The Inner Child has shrivelled

The inner child has shrivelled like a palmate leaf set on fire by the gardener and is burning within.
I feel it always, slow burn, tears dry when they should be wet; falling upon Loves shoulders.

Did you see an inner child running, running through the streets of London on fire?
Did you follow him back into the dark oracle cave womb of the inner mind heart dream?
Carrying Piccadilly’s Eros statue
Carrying Nelson’s column and the four lions
Carrying a sack full of Prince Albert’s on horseback
Carrying ancient Charing Cross
His family now, his friends are those stones
(Spit on the Elgin marbles, send them back to Homer’s cradle, replace them all with lead imitations of Cadbury Tins and comic book superheroes, for Britain had an empire too).

No, I didn’t see an inner child running through the streets of London in the winter rain chasing the shadows of dancing bears followed by winged white turtles in black Victorian suits.
No, I didn’t see an inner child who crossed himself with a sword and became an optical illusion of endless depth.
No, I didn’t see an inner child wander lost through the streets of London stealing the light from all the windows of town and feasting on them.
No, I didn’t see an inner child clinging to the tomb of the unknown orphaned mother of England.

In this prose-poem, the inner child is the core component of the adult, if society grows to be too centred on being grown-up can that society be whole.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

3 thoughts on “The Inner Child has shrivelled”

  1. To be honest, I do not like this inner child concept, I think a human being is always a human being, a child and an adult alike, and many “childish” behaviors are perfectly adult 🙂

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  2. Thank you for your comment. I think we are saying the same thing but in different ways. I agree with you that childish behaviour can be perfectly adult. One of the things that this line of poetic reasoning brings out is that if society is so “macho” that it is seen to be weak to behave childishly sometimes then that society is not whole in that it suppresses ordinary human normal behaviour. The term inner child is a term that is in general use and so it can be a subject for a poem. Reviewing this poem in light of your comment I think that maybe it’s not one of my best.
    Or that I should rewrite it even. I hope that I can become a better poet one day.

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    1. I just want to make sure you are not going to delete anything I comment on :). The reason for my reaction is that I heard quite a bit about “addressing your inner child.” And each time I want to scream: this is not “your inner child, that’s your humanity!” And yes, I think we are talking about the same thing. I am fortunate to have so many people around me that think alike, that I allow myself to believe that that’s the real world, and all the machos and trumps can go where they belong 🙂 🙂 🙂

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