Today's piece is "Sewing Chair" by Dorothy Johnson.
Don't you just love this lonely little chair? I imagine it has so many stories to tell!
The story I wanted to tell came really quickly. Since poetry is about revealing things, I wondered, what secrets does this chair harbor? I'm not certain, but I think the chair has a rush seat... and in my experience rush seats are quite the invitation for dust and insects and who knows what else. I immediately got a picture of a fat, happy spider living quite comfortably on the underside. What nice company for this chair, and how wonderful to have a purpose in life-- even if it is not the purpose for which one was originally designed.
And now that I've posted this, I think I've found a better title: "Old Chair" or "This Old Chair." It's important to me that these poems stand alone (without the art), and there's really nothing about sewing in the poem I've written. So, something to think about! Don't you love how poems are constantly evolving?