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.