THE EMPTY CHAIR
the locket fell lost in the dirt it was not my intention to ruffle feathers
the hens are a flutter the bear comes from the wood disturbs the peace
the order of the yard grannie hid in the rafters for a week no one knew she survived
all the others were eaten chicken dinner on the ground the women in white
the moss hung from the trees the men played games the sun grew hot
end of summer you ask will it come again?
before you know it a hundred years passed the sun still shining
reflecting off the water each year becomes another memory can we write them down
give them away who will keep what is passed you were here
laughing telling jokes made the trip several times
first he went and then you followed your empty chair waits your return
August 2, 2017
Note: This is for my friend, Mary Kelly.
15 comments:
I have always meant to ask you, and I'm plucking up the courage now — what is the significance of the broken lines? I wondered is it was meant to be three different poems, but the sections don't read separately.
The surviving chicken must have gone through trauma to witness the slaughter.
Empty chairs are sad. We have one sofa, an armchair and a footstool, otherwise there would be empty chairs every day.
Oh, my...total goosebumps at the end of this
Bless the surviving chicken's heart - it must have been hard being the survivor.
My goodness I literally have goosebumps!
I feel this one, Annell!
Titillating fragments.
I felt the sadness of seeing those empty chairs, just waiting for someone ~
Riveting. Well written.
your empty chair
waits your return
Despite not many changes are apparent around there, there is still hopes of seeing some dear ones again. That is a noble thought!
Hank
"...your empty chair waits your return" has reinforced my belief in the immortality of the soul, which I'm sure quietly occupies that chair. Thanks for sharing!
How poignant this poem is. Such impact in your closing lines. Sigh.
What an interesting form! I really enjoyed reading this one.
Interesting form and evocative story. I felt the sadness and poignancy of those empty chairs.
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