“In pictures like these there are always empty shoes. It's the shoes that get to me. Sad, that innocent daily task - putting your shoes on your feet, in the firm belief that you'll be going somewhere.”
“Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man
until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them.
Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.”
“If the shoe doesn't fit, must we change the foot?”
“Even a child with normal feet was in love with the world
after he had got a new pair of shoes.”
Midweek Motif ~ Shoes
Once upon a time, there were three princesses who each night wore out a pair of shoes ... but that's not the story I want to tell. Once upon a time, I had shoes handmade to fit ... and that was the year I started walking my own path. So for me, shoes have always been both personal and symbolic.
Helping someone into their own shoes is a loving act. Throwing a shoe at a President is a major insult, or so I've heard. Shoe stories stick in my heart and mind. What about you?
The Challenge: In your NEW poem, feature shoes in a symbolic narrative
OR describe a pair of old shoes.
|The Shoe Tree, Saughton Skatepark|
© Copyright kim traynor
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
*Both a reading by Hayden and a poem commentary exist at this link.
My father has a pair of shoes
So beautiful to see.
I want to wear my father's shoes.
They are too big for me.
My baby brother has a pair
As cunning as can be.
My feet won't go into that pair.
They are too small for me.
There's only one thing that I can do
Till I get small or grown.
If I want to have some fitting shoes
I'll have to wear my own.
BY MARNIE WALSH
(Rosebud, So. Dak., 1960)
we all went to town one day
went to a store
bought you new shoes
red high heels
aint seen you since
(Please forgive me for featuring this splendid poem without permission.)
|In USA National Archives, by Charles Henry Alston (1942-45)|
(featuring over 1,500 pairs of empty combat boots)
Photo: Mark Costantini /San Francisco Chronicle
Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below
and visit others in the spirit of the community—
(Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Word.)
I love this prompt! Happy Wednesday, everyone!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Magic!Delete
Thank you for the prompt. Good to be back here, everyone. Family and work issues have resolved for me somewhat.ReplyDelete
That's good, Nicholas! Nice to see you.Delete
Good to have you back!Delete
Good to see you and coming around to read your poems!ReplyDelete
I forgot today was Wednesday, and haven't written my poem yet. With a busy morning, that won't happen until later today.
Looking for my shoes! Have a great day.
I just got home, wet from the rain. Making coffee and then making the rounds. Whew!Delete
And now, finally, I posted a poem.Delete
Lovely prompt Susan. Happy Wednesday poets :)ReplyDelete
Just a simple little thing to share with you this time – and it's the first poem at my new blog.ReplyDelete
We are honored to have the first poem on your lovely new blog.Delete
I love this prompt, Susan! Some wonderful poem examples given.ReplyDelete
Moving lightly for a change. (sort of) Thank you.Delete
What a great prompt prompt. I've written a fair few poems with shoes in over the last few years - here's the first draft of a new one, which I haven't had time to develop. I'm looking forward to hot-footing it back to read some shoe poems later on this evening or first thing tomorrow morning.ReplyDelete
Great to see you, Kim. Shoes take us far and wide.Delete
A great prompt,Susan. I'm looking forward to reading all the entries 😊.ReplyDelete
Wonderful, Vivian. Thank you!Delete
wonderfully inspired and inspiring prompt Susan :) thank you!ReplyDelete
got it done, although I could write to this for ages .... great topic ... and will be back to read and comment
You are quite welcome, wild one.Delete
Thanks for this prompt. It's fun.ReplyDelete
I'm glad. Your joy is quite welcome.Delete
Cheers Susan - this took me everywhere. Satisfied with third attempt - so entered above.ReplyDelete
You could write a book if you go everywhere with shoes. Glad you're here.Delete
Exactly. Good to see you.Delete
Arrrgh! At my new blog, fiddling with settings, I must have done something which removed all comments to all posts so far. I hope I've fixed it so new ones can show up. Meanwhile, if you happen to see this, and left a comment, please know I did read and appreciate them all.ReplyDelete
Hey, I had to think hard on this prompt. I just realised I don't pay enough attention to my (or anyone else's) shoes.ReplyDelete
I saw your prompt and decided that the shoe fit.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the prompt. :-)ReplyDelete