Little Red Shoes

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 20 Jun 2014
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7 comments
 
A summer storm – yet
no raincoat, no umbrella
she doesn’t run for cover. 
 
As if relishing 
such terrible weather
she tilts her chin
toward the gun-metal sky;
 
courts the raindrops
with her lips as if
it were champagne.
 
A dog by her side,
pauses at the kerbside –
as one, she and it,
let traffic  pass
as she stands tall
in her little red shoes.
 
And then she,
and canine companion
stroll nonchalantly on,
to the razzmatazz
of her white-tipped cane
rattling the railings....
 
rain filling the gutter
as she plays her own, sweet
Ode to Joy.
Certificate U
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

This is so 'visual' no pun intended.

What a lovely, smile worthy piece.

smileysmiley

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, so much for such a lovely comment, Lindy. Much appreciatedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

More appreciated pleasure in touch and feel! Delicately brought out.
Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Glad you enjoyed, Rhiannonsmiley

Have a sunny Saturday.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Gorgeous! Where are the cherries?

 

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Tina,

This is lovely!  Subtle and lovely.  Never mind the clowns...send in the cherries.  Another fine piece.

Moya

Oh and where did she get those shoes?  I want a pair.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Moya...suddenly you appear like a breath of fresh air.  Hope things are on an even keel at present, and thanks...so very much for your words.  Worth more than their weight in gold.

Thank you.

Tinasmiley