An Elevator Pitch to a Poet

Lost or carefully placed here by design
a woollen glove or mit, a poet’s trap 
bait to trigger a sonnet in a snap
and watch the poet wriggle for each line.
How many storeys will it rise and drop
before it’s picked up then tossed in a bin 
– to go from lift to skip and end up in
China where t’was made for an online shop?
All things at their end wend to beginning –
so, as the word mitten rhymes with kitten,
its etymology may lie in mite,
a pet name for a cat, it seems so right
just as the lift always returns to ground
this mitt may at its origin be found.

The picture's not mine but daughter Holly McConnell's, who set me the challenge of writing a sonnet stimulated by the visual.

No (g)love poem yesterday as I'm working on a longer one I hope to upload tomorrow - a new take on Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold. Bet you can't wait!