My Rocker.
A no-nonsense chair graces
my kitchen-hearth corner,
anciently cushioned,
prepared for heavy or
lightweight rockers to push
backwards and forwards
in hushed undulations of
hypnotic movement.
Held by ages-old differing
hands it's arms glow
with layers of polish, limbs
once relaxed, weary bones
nobly soothed as the frame
groaned in its ebb and flow.
Some able carpenter planned
and shaped this wooden object
of comforting sculpture
shaved, honed and planed
it to glossy perfection and
embedded in curving lines tales
that unfold with quietly
rocking in oscillation.
Soporific moments suspend
time when duly seated
in apprehension letting langour
grow as pace lifts mood, eons
ago ghosts release an essence
haunt old pieces by whispering
on and leaving magic vibrations
indented for years.
Stroking I feel forces unseen,
gone lives striving to
realize hopes, stored sighs
imprisoned in distressed wood,
dyed into somnolent rhythm
smiles of content still remain
alongside tears that no human
saw shed yet the to and fro
seat recorded each breath by
strange mesmeric repetition.
Mystic faces that continually
flicker in the lull of my rocker
have much to tell, however will
their spirits reveal its forgotten
secrets if I sit very still ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
A fine write. Just don't let Daniel O'Donnell sit in that rocker - or worse still, start singing, or it will spoil the whole thing! heehee. Oops, no offence to the Irish!
I know that rocker - I have a mirror handed down from at least four generations and if only it could talk. Great write Fay
Thanks FAY for another gem ! My MUM has an ancient rocker (which belonged to my GRAN) which I love to rock in ~ just like you ! I am also pleased to FAY that you "Are never off your Rocker !" Love the picture ~ very evocative ~ Yours B
We have one too .. and like you dear poet, I oft think of all the tales that it could tell on cozy winter evenings, or sunlit spring and summer days and autumn eves golden......... I think you have captured the very essence and the soul of said rocking chair.. tis so much more than just a bit o furniture and true........... Neville
Yes us Rockers pick up the magic if we sit very still and let the chair tell unforgotten secrets - - - your comment as ever is so very welcome to one of my oldies dear Nev. - - - - - with loads of my thanks. ........... x Fay
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