Larry Bradfield Poet Rhyme

The Potholder

I was poised to trash an old potholder
In favor of the latest version bought
When the urge to write poetry came strong -
"My home is here - without it I have nought"

I recognized my Muse at work at once
"What can this be?" thought I, and wrote ahead 
"Long ago this was a Poet Holder -
It was intended as a Muse's bed."

"Mundane replaced the romantic spirit,
And concern for the Muse's comfort died.
Holding pots became more important then,
And our creations have waned though we  tried." 

I was stunned and looked at what I held.
I placed it 'neath my pillow as my wife stared -
She shook her head and walked slowly away,
But deep inside my Muse knew that I cared.

4-24-20
Contest: The Potholder
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

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