The Old Oak Chair
By Rhiannonw
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Beneath the surface
of the old oak chair,
a little maggot nibbled, chewed
a tiny tunnel there.
For years the maggot grew,
the tunnels lengthened well,
but then, one day, it felt mature
and chewed a wider cell.
There, just inside, it slept
to change its shape, transform –
become a beetle brown, no more
a white and grub-by ‘worm’.
It woke and cut a hole
out through into the air –
a tell-tale round, distinctive mark
left saw-dust on the chair.
It mated soon, and eggs
were laid inside a crack
upon the wooden chair, to hatch,
extending the attack …
And when the chair collapsed,
they broke it up to show,
the hidden, tunnelled maze
of subways down below.
[IP: beneath the surface]
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A nice take on the ip -
A nice take on the ip - particularly like the idea of 'the hidden tunnelled maze of subways down below'...
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This is so cleverly written
This is so cleverly written Rhiannon. Well deserved of cherries too.
Jenny.
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Oh I really enjoyed this! The
Oh I really enjoyed this! The description is gorgeous, metre is perfect and could be read in so many different ways.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
This chair poem brings back memories of rockers, of childhood. I don't think we got woodworm though.
Jean
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A clever and well-rhymed
A clever and well-rhymed interpretation of the I.P., Rhiannon, and with subtle metaphoric undertones.
Good to see originality suitably rewarded.
Luigi x
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A lovely poem, very readable
A lovely poem, very readable gentle rhyme and rythm on a perfect take on the IP. Well deserved cherries.
Linda
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