My Grandmother always wore sensible shoes.
Wide, low heels, usually black, neatly laced
and tied with an even bow. Not rounded toes,
nor too pointed; she didn't like her feet
pinched. She walked with a purposeful,
steady, no-nonsense stride.
In her attic I once found an old, worn pair
of slender, soft, rich grey, high-cut
side-buttoned "Parade" shoes
which the box advertised were for
the "Fashionable Young Lady",
sporting "stylish toes, high arches,
and emphasized "Louis" heels with "Spanish"
scrolled in fancy print just above.
Remember taking off my thick cotton socks,
as with them on, my feet were too wide.
Clunked around the wooden floor;
couldn't for the life of me begin to imagine
who these sexy shoes had once belonged.
by Margaret Bednar, August 30, 2017
This is linked with "dVerse Poetics - A Closet Full of Shoes" Also linked with "The Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Tuesday Platform"