Thursday, 16 September 2010


The motion of an opening book
Takes magic
And makes it look possible
As he flicks
From picture to peeking picture,
Shaking off the dust
Of all those who have seen
These images
Before from the pages he rakes over,
Trying to scrape
Away any stray words that have
Had the nerve
To wander on his perfect figures,
And bringing
Them to life in his springing mind.

But I must
Remember not to purchase
Another one
Of those beautiful pop up
Volumes as he
Really hasn’t grasped the point
Of their use,
Grabbing instead the paper shapes
That literally
Leap from their storage spaces,
The animations he’s fashioned
For them,
And then dashing them to pieces for
Spoiling his spells.

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