Stop Motion
I concentrate on them,
my scaled down figures,
sculpting them with clumsy, adult hands.
Such small adjustments.
Incremental actions,
indiscernible in real time,
made faithfully to larger plans.
I trust that, over time
as lives play out,
they’ll come to life.
They’re products of a childhood
filled with tiny changes,
course corrections,
painstaking work behind the scenes.
Paul writes in a restrained tone on ageing, death, children and other mundane ponderings of a married father of young girls. The New Humanist, The Cannon’s Mouth, About Larkin, The Dawn Treader, and Graffiti magazine have all published his work.
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