Editing poetry: Doctor John

Doctor John writes with the fluid hand of
a fur trapper
catches his notes under plates of perspex
pinned like glass butterflies
he accumulates knowledge to the tips
of his fingers
shaping and filing each to tone and texture
as different as clerics of jade

like the Cottingley children, he is
crafting a world of make believe
coyly poised glitter god,
the flitting shadows of the hydroxy group
are fairies, vampires he made
in his own image

and he is Rodin to these firming souls
the thinker in tactile texture,
cannot be claimed
captured
darkened on plate
faded like a photograph of a curving road
by something so trivial as a lens

via Editing poetry: Doctor John.

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