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.
Today’s prompt asked for a “shine” poem. Took snips of inspiration from seasonal lights and Pink Floyd.
We put up Christmas lights yesterday. A first for us. Another change made for our girls. A way to make their faces glow like they do when we’re out driving after dark, and they compete to see who can shout it first, ‘Look at that one!’ pointing to every glittering tree. Every light-trimmed gable. I smile, even though I don’t feel it the same way they do. Think of that Pink Floyd song and wonder, do I actually remember being young? Shining like the sun. Maybe a diamond, until I reached for the secret too soon. Innocence, yes it glows. We all need a reminder sometimes. A shimmer in the cold night.