Click- click- click- click- click
Heels.
Shuffle, shuffle, slip, pad, pad,
Tiptoe, tiptoe, bounce and flounce
Ballet flats. Mary Janes.
Flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip flops.
Woooooooosh!
Cross trainers!
Pumps, slingbacks, high heels and low.
Walkers unused to the elevation wobble and lean,
Give in and walk through halls in their stockings or bare feet,
Donning the dressy shoes for the actual moments of their performances.
Ballet flats in more than black
Keep time with updated Mary Janes in shiny patent leather
Or plain but perfect matte finish.
Dresses, skirts, and at times casual but pretty capris
Accompanied by their footwear
as their wearers are accompanied by the piano
Create an ensemble of like — or unlike — fashion.
This post was created and inspired by Scribbit’s Write Away Contest for May on the topic of (you guessed it) Shoes. It is cross-posted at Compost Happens.
>Hey,really good stuff. Motherhood is so hectic/ I wonder how you find time to be poetic (that’s a terrible rhyme…I know…sorry!)
Liked the other poems, too, especially the ABC ones…
Lyrics on
Motherhood comes
Naturally to you,
Obviously, you see
Poetry in the
Queer
Rhythms of life
That was fun…thanks…
>Wow. I love this place.
Thanks for visiting me too…