Waxing Lyrical

After running the Google gauntlet

of ‘How To Wax’…a barbour jacket:

Comes the preparation.

The watched saucepan, with its tin wax of full moon,

turning to oyster swirls.

Then a calmness. A soothing focus.

Cotton plains becoming supple valleys under my fingertips.

Repair of scoured areas. Worn shoulder seams,

A saddle for my not so toddler anymore.

Chest pockets mud-marked, his daddy stirrups. Pockets bulging-flecked

with pebbles and and pinecone.

Now coated by a second skin. Sealed. Ready for more.


Copyright Tom Tide 2016





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