The Martel Armchair

was born from a fleeting image:

a broken chair glimpsed in Lyon,

one morning on Place Bellecour.

A shard of wood piercing

a caned backrest -

a fragment,

the point of departure

for the collection to come.

 

Its oak armrests,

carved with the gouge,

cross the back

like two arms suspended.

A decisive gesture,

a dense material,

and the fabric, soft,

that cradles the body

like a quiet nest.

 

Structured, reassuring,

enveloping as the scent

of an old bookshop,

the Martel Armchair keeps watch

over the discerning reader

who dreams with precision.