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