Waxing Poet, Waxing Poetical

Ordinary poems for everyday


listening to Rene Aubry

Loom Shuttles (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Lungomare”) The Wand'rer on the golden road Is full of folk-song, folk-tale and -memory And he carries it, gently, all Across Time's Corridor.   Like grass we fall to earth to seed Take root and spring. All too short our flourishing... Continue Reading →

Scoundrel (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Prima Donna”)

Debonair, effete At home at every turn Chattering with everyone.   Guiding tourists, hailing taxis Dodging bikes and buses Holding doors and coats.   The easy smile, forgettable face Lighting cigarettes, freshening drinks And picking pockets all along.

Threadneedle (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Scirocco”)

The thundering, hammering pinpricks. I am loved under the hand, just sew. I take the hits and keep moving forward, There is no choice.   We turn corners together - His hands and my sides. Screaming in pain I am... Continue Reading →

Starling Sunset (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Demi Lune”)

Only murmurations shading Myriad pointillisions fading Upon the setting sun   Only congregations racing Aerial interchanges facing Towards a hidden line   Silence, cloaked in black, returns And dreams of sound-proofed rooms How the moon must spread her wings To... Continue Reading →

Skating (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Sirtaki a Helsinki”

Lurching to a different tide On frozen seas in leather ships Wtih meta keels that carve the surf, Ploughing on to mushy shores   Distant lands of crystal white All rolling dunes of desert cold That mock the liquid-solid sand,... Continue Reading →

Wanderlust (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – Le Vent)

What is this breeze that blows them all away: On misty mornings, bags on knees, crowded Into tiny cars, down empty lanes, then On to motorways of crawling beetles?   What is this breeze that blows them all away: Into... Continue Reading →

Buried Hope (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Fil de Verre”)

It's a beautiful day of sunshiney haze   I'm stumbling through grasses that swirl round my knees   I look for the ribbons that herald my friend   She brings me fresh Hope and She brings me Chances   I bring... Continue Reading →

How We Dance (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – Zig Zag)

Swirling circles and flowing lines. Silent slides or hammered heels. Riding rhythm on melodic hills.   Just as clouds both dissolve and re-form... Just as flowers dailly open that closed... Just as all things that rise then must fall... Just... Continue Reading →

The Wooden Sculpture (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – Trou de Memoire)

Shave till it's saw, Then blow off the dust.   Planed down and lathed The carving takes shape.   The wood disappears As the hammer head falls.   "The chisel bites deep".   Written whilst listening to Rene Aubry’s song “Trou... Continue Reading →

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