Losing the Shoes 


They finally objected 
to being objectified  
and so they flung them 
far and wide and ran 
for a land far, far away – 

a Wood where they could 
laugh and dance and play 
without bunions and balls
and midnight calls and step
-mothers and -sisters and 

overbearing fathers and 
suitors of the unkind kind. 
Then they bared their souls
and their toes 
and let down their hair   
and left those heels behind.  

::

In November, we poem.

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6 Responses to Losing the Shoes 

  1. erbiage says:

    How can you feel the earth with these darn shoes?! Yucko!

  2. Shawna says:

    What kinds of flowers are they dancing in? I am a swoon-goon for a soft and tender, mystical meadow.

  3. lifelessons says:

    Heels of all varieties, I see.

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