Unseated

I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon
” ~ Jean Hans Arp

Stare and stare
at any chair
logic fogs
slips the leash
a thought balloon absconds
adrift in its own airway
and the heartwood
centre
s-p-l-i-n-t-e-r-s

What is it now?
Just ask;
the right lobe rights itself
atomises an answer
all four legs
akimbo
stuffing froths forth
as clouds
textured
trite as trash
arch/car/hair/chai/

Unsettled
the knowing knower's
gone on
alone
but I remain
unseated

26 thoughts on “Unseated

  1. I love where the Arp quotation took you, Laura, to surreal place where ‘a thought balloon absconds’.

  2. Arp indeed, floated off inside its meandering thought balloon. ‘Tis divine but its seat is airborne.

  3. I love the surrealism of this one, Laura! 😍 Especially this part; “the right lobe rights itself/atomises an answer/all four legs akimbo. 💜💜

  4. Growing up in Oxford I was raised on Lewis Carrol, Lear and other purveyors of surrealist poetry and this poem took me right back into those spaces, Laura…

    1. when younger I thought nonsensical Lear, Carrol etc was just nonsense till the surrealism of the 60s gave me a new insight – thank you for putting this poem in those spaces

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