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Summary

The web content is a free verse poem titled "Ladder-back Chairs" by Christina Ward, which reflects on the history and memories associated with a set of old, yellowed oak chairs.

Abstract

"Ladder-back Chairs" is a contemplative poem that personifies a set of six old chairs, highlighting their role as silent witnesses to the lives of those who have used them. The poem evokes the chairs' age through descriptions of their creaks and the worn effects of various users, from children to adults, over time. These chairs, situated around an oval table, are depicted as more than furniture; they are a repository of family stories, laughter, and quiet remembrance. The poem is part of Christina Ward's first book, "organic," also known as Fiddleheads & Floss vol 1, and a reading of the poem can be found in a linked video.

Opinions

  • The poem conveys a sense of nostalgia and the passage of time through the physical descriptions of the chairs.
  • It suggests that everyday objects like chairs can hold significant sentimental value and serve as a conduit for memories.
  • The author seems to appreciate the beauty in the ordinary, finding depth in the mundane aspects of family life.
  • The mention of "the warped bend, leaned casually back on two legs" implies a fondness for the quirks and imperfections that come with well-used furniture.
  • The poem celebrates the chair's role in family gatherings and the sharing of stories, indicating the importance of communal experiences.
  • By inviting readers to view a reading from the book, the author expresses a desire to share the emotional resonance of the poem beyond the written word.

Ladder-back Chairs

a free verse poem

Photo by Alex Blăjan on Unsplash

Creaky, the groan of age stiff-backed and plain stands the chair; the warmth of history rising with the kicking of tiny feet the sink of weighted rumps and shifty-legged cousins.

Family members, stoppers-by, the hungry the cheerful, those in quiet remembrance the tales passed ‘round the table, the warped bend, leaned casually back on two legs.

The memories of some pass by, pale shadows with laughter — songs I remember.

Ladder-back chairs, six of them in yellowed oak strewn around an oval meeting place, dust strings hang underneath.

Christina Ward 🌼 2019

Author’s note: This poem is featured in my first book entitled “organic” which is Fiddleheads & Floss vol 1. You can also view a reading from the book at A reading from organic.

Poetry
Family
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