Cheesy Shoes

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  A World of Common Scents
Posted by Guest Host:  Worms (Jo from Out of The Cave)

"Write a poem of scents."

Flaky young girl
hired in Summer 
to help me at work.
She was funny,
but honey, that 
odor!  All her shoes,
worn sans stockings,
made their home
under my desk.  
The shoes developed
a life of their own–
soles loosening,
and a ripe pungent 
odor of blue/Stilton
We finally resolved this
situation by emptying
out a drawer in the 
files.  She moved 
all the shoes, thought
she was lucky, and smiled.
Never opened that drawer

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Cheesy Shoes

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh yes, I can relate .. it can be unpleasant when that happens 💜💜


  2. Yikes! You have accurately described it as “blue/Stilton cheese”!


  3. Ha ha! The untouchable file drawer! Love it!


  4. rothpoetry says:

    Ha ha… so very funny! A timebomb of scent waiting to explode! Pity the one who forgets and opens Pandora’s stinky drawer!


  5. Rob Kistner says:

    Woah! This poem is ripe Sara, made me smile — and hold my breath… 🙂✌🏼🙂


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