NaPoWriMo #25
The Loveseat
While She shaped
the pyramid,
spending an aeon
crafting for others,
He whittled a select timber shaft
Each season
scrimshawed his digits into the grain.
Fashioned an X-brace marionette’s soul
to rest on spun struts, a giant’s cane,
cross-hatched the
skeleton frame with
upholstery.
Her choice, rested. Only to
spring the leaves, decades on,
to recede under worn, time-drawn
arses.
After filling the chair’s bladder –
filaments:
horse hair, peacock feather,
phoenix mane, barguest tail,
complete
the swan’s neck of wood between them
hands laced,
A third presence
giving them away.
only one.
Their loveseat.
.
In a way, this is a sequel to the ‘Pyramid Scheme’ #5. I would like to make or own a loveseat.
Fionn Coughlan-Wills.
Fionn Wills 