Lonna Blodgett Poet Personification

Mister Pot Holder

I have held my last pot of hot soup
I've come to the end of my threads
Befraggled and muffed
Bedraggled and fruffed
A raddled cloth corpse that's dead
Frayed so soft and shabby 
As the cotton boll that bore me
Worn to a frazzle
I have lost all my dazzle
Faded and haggard and tatty
So tattered in my casing
My splayed stuffing is facing
The dog who has chewed
What was left!


May 11, 2020
The Potholder Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

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Elaine George May 20, 2020 at 6:48 AM Love this! That describes my pot holder to a T. Thanks for sharing and many congrats on your win, Lonna. ~ Elaine Lonna Blodgett May 24, 2020 at 2:57 PM Thanks for the visit Elaine.

Connie Marcum Wong May 19, 2020 at 1:23 AM I loved your ending about the dog chewing what was left Lonna. Congratulations on your wonderful win! Blessings xxoo Lonna Blodgett May 24, 2020 at 2:56 PM No truer story ever told. lol Thanks Connie

Aditi Mishra May 18, 2020 at 10:21 PM The spirit of a worn out potholder in the end is intact. Congratulations Lonna :) Lonna Blodgett May 24, 2020 at 2:55 PM Thank you for the visit Aditi.

Kim Rodrigues May 11, 2020 at 10:21 PM The surprise at the end! Worn and eaten! Lonna Blodgett May 12, 2020 at 10:45 AM Yep.....its a pretty hard and abusive life being a Potholder!

Eve Roper May 11, 2020 at 1:14 PM hahaha... love this terrific write, Lonna, great theme, flow, and rhyme. I have a few like that, but still hold on to it like I do with everything else:) Lonna Blodgett May 11, 2020 at 8:59 PM Hello Eve, Yes this one was fun. I especially fancied creating some new descriptive words. LOL Thanks for your visit!