Uniting two prompts again today — Poetic Asides call to write a “The Art of _____” poem, and NaPoWriMo‘s suggestion to write a poem about a dull thing.

The Art of Polishing

the dull spoon at the front of the drawer is begging for it

luster lacking, spots of corrosion

this spoon has seen some things.

spit shine won’t work or it’d be gleaming

all the times it’s entered someone’s mouth

it needs a rub, a good honing,  friction, baby.

a vigorous reminder

that there’s silver vitality, a sexy sheen

hiding under layers of grey experience.