The Chrome Chair
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The Chrome Chair is Newfoundland, feminist environmentalist poetry at its finest. Devereaux’s sharp, humorous writing cuts to the heart of contemporary concerns around feminism and climate change through playful re-imaginings of the life of historical figure Rachel Carson, and wry critiques of Newfoundland politics.
The chrome kitchen chair, as an object, is a poor second cousin to the stately wooden dining chair – it is vintage, but not antique. And yet, there is something appealing about its shiny silver legs, the brightly coloured floral or starburst patterns on its padded back and seat. If, when promised a seat at the table of nations, Newfoundland was handed a chrome chair, so too was a chrome chair kicked in the direction of women promised equality.
Divided into two sections, these poems are about fear and feminists and Barbie and hearts that won’t behave. And they are about Rachel Carson, what her life might have looked like without the confines of white female respectability, and what she might think of us now. Rooted on the island of Newfoundland, cut through with humour and anxiety, the poems in this collection are serious, irreverent and reverent by turns, feminist, sexy and sometimes a little bit wacky
Danielle Devereaux
Danielle Devereaux grew up in St. John’s, Newfoundland where she lives now with her partner, their two children and two cats. Her poetry has appeared in Riddle Fence, Arc Poetry Magazine, The Fiddlehead, Newfoundland Quarterly and The Best Canadian Poetry in English 2011. Her chapbook, Cardiogram, was published in 2011 by Baseline Press. “Quelle Affaire,” a poem from the chapbook, was made into a short film by director Ruth Lawrence. An earlier draft of The Chrome Chair was shortlisted for the NLCU Fresh Fish Award for Emerging Writers. Danielle is an alumnus of the Banff Centre for the Arts Writing Studio, holds a Bachelor of Arts and a Master of Women’s Studies from Memorial University, and has done doctoral work in Communications Studies at Concordia University. She has worked as a freelance writer and editor, and currently works in communications at Memorial University’s School of Social Work.
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The Chrome Chair - Danielle Devereaux
Splinter
splinter, n. 1. A rough (usually long, thin, and sharp-edged) piece of wood, bone, stone, etc., split or broken off, esp. as the result of violent impact; a chip, fragment, or shiver. 2. Used (chiefly with negatives) to denote a very small piece or amount, or something of little or no value, e.g.: She is not worth the splinter of a spear.
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The Chrome Chair
We were promised a seat at the table of nations;
what we got was a chrome chair.
—On Newfoundland’s confederation with
Canada, Newfoundland and Labrador
Historical Society Symposium, 2003
Chrome chairs are all the rage on Queen Street
in Toronto. Redone in soft, faux leather
petroleum product. Shade: bone china.
A make-work colour for the salt-of-the-earth
maid. Sleek chrome legs shined up like
Christmas tinsel. The chrome table in my
kitchen would fetch a pretty penny. Nan
must’ve liked this table, the glamour
of its lipstick-red top, shapely silver legs.
She didn’t keep much no longer of use, or
out of fashion, but my table stayed. Stored
in a shed by the sea. The matching chairs have
disappeared, but the wipe-clean Arborite is
smooth, nick-free. The chrome band of its edge
gleams like the bumper of a brand-new car, wet
capelin. Can you hear them? The kids
from Queen Street? Revving up their SUVs for a trip
Down East. Crossing the ocean in search of authentic
chrome. Tables leaning on drafty walls, chairs
stacked behind idle fishing gear and dusty doll’s clothes.
The old ladies will say,
Go on, take ’em, what odds.
I’ve got a new set from Kent’s.
Glint of chrome legs
cuts through the fog.
Sculpin
A photo of me as a kid at the beach
clutching capelin like medals on ribbons.
Another of me on the wharf, dangling
a sculpin, catgut
hooked in his throat. My great uncle
squinting beside me, pipe hooked over his lip.
"He’s no good, maid, ugly as sin. Here,
I throws him back." Snap.
O hideous sculpin,
Caliban of the sea,
your mother was the devil
and your father ate whore’s eggs.
A yearbook photo of my high school
swim team, me shining, happy and wet
from the pool. We graduate and there is
no cod. Boats on the beach, lost
culture. I wonder how this