Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: A Closet Full of Shoes (posted by Kim)
“What I would like you to do is focus on shoes: they may be in a shop window or on feet, your own or somebody else’s. If they are in a shop window, think about who might buy them. If they are on somebody’s feet, look at how well they fit. Are they clean or muddy? Look at the colour and texture. What are they made of?
Allow your imagination to take flight; for example, do the shoes have magical properties or are they able to loosen their tongues and talk? What would they say?
Think about the person wearing the shoes. How do they walk? Where are they going? What do they want and what’s stopping them from getting it?”
I pine for the ruby red wine
shine of Dorothy’s slippers.
I miss my red turn-their-heads
high heels that made me feel sexy.
I yearn for burnished leather
boots of Frye–to die for.
I crave my old lavender suede
lace up granny shoes, worn with long dresses.
All those shoes of different hues
from flats to spikes, from clogs to Mocs.
Now I am reduced
to mostly sneakers and crocs.
This Poem Is a Dance Shoe
This poem is a spike
in heels, a flat
in ballerina toes
where any shade goes.
This poem spins Virginia reels,
taps out Cha-Chas in dance shoe ease.
This poem never mocks
a moccasin, or saddles
a shoe. Never tells you
what to do.
This poem strides, glides, swirls,
whirls, tangos with mangos,
spins, grins, and waltzes
to a stop.