Monday, March 03, 2008

Sitting Pretty

[At The Miss Rumphius Effect, Tricia's Monday Poetry Stretch is to write a mask poem, in which the subject is the speaker. I sat quietly and this is what I heard.]

No Longer in the Catbird Seat

I remember when I was your favorite.
You picked me out at the store,
making sure that my fabric would
not clash with the rug.
I had pride-of-place in the living room.

But now I sit with my back to the window,
off to the side, at the end of the room,
and I watch you sit on the new
leather loveseat,
your new favorite.


Clare said...

Hi sister AE! I love the perspective in this -- it really brings the chair to life with deeply heartfelt feelings. I felt sad for the old chair and wanted to give it a hug! Well done. I awarded you with the "I Can Go For That!" award. See my March 2 post for details.

SandyCarlson said...

I love the perspective, too. You capture the experience of a lot of furniture--and dare I say friends--in this one.

Thanks for stopping by. God bless.

sister AE said...

Thanks, Clare. I'll come take a look.

Hello, Sandy. Thanks.

susiej said...

Wow... that is a lovely poem... so much life in the chairs.

sister AE said...

Thanks, susiej.

Cloudscome said...

Oh dear, this poem could make me feel guilty for putting my faithful old (OLD) sofa out in the trash last year...

paisley said...

we humans are fickle indeed... loved it....

sister AE said...

hello, cloudscome - i'll just take that as a compliment and encourage you to think of more positive things - like chocolate!

Thanks, paisley!