The Sculptor

http://www.dalislovechild.com/the-sculptor/

Another poetry link. I trained as a sculptor. I miss thrusting my hand into bowls of plaster as much as i miss anything. Hope to be back in the sort of situation where i can do so again one day. (stares wistfully into the distance)

There were a couple of typos in the publishing of this poem. Last couple of lines should be “I am the residue” And it should read *But not apologise”, It is amazing how many times these typos occur. Some magazines send proof first. Most don’t.