A THRONE TO GRACE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The fireside chair
Well beaten, torn
For decades by
Your body worn
After work
During holidays
Your pride of place
A throne to grace.

Now set to be thrown
Upon the heap
Of your keepskes
Their end to meet
In landfill
Or bonfires flame
The old house cleared
Never again the same.

But I wonder if
In time now passed
Another dimension
The eye is cast
Will you live still
Trapped in space
Sat upon that chair
A throne to grace.

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Comments +

2781 February 26th, 2026 05:17
I don't know, but, we reap what we sow.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 26th, 2026 05:18
  thanks for reading, much appreciated
Doggerel Dave February 26th, 2026 06:00
I have a special affinity with my old armchair and do wonder of it's fate after I'm gone...
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 26th, 2026 06:40
  thanks for reading. always appreciated
Goldfinch60 February 27th, 2026 01:39
That chair will always be there for you Norman,

Andy
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 27th, 2026 02:11
  thanks for reading, much appreciated,

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