Shiny Red Wellies

At the beginning of December
your first year was over;
you had found your feet,
unsteady as yet
but eager to make
a quick escape.

You wanted to chase flakes
that fell from the sky,
fluttered on your eye lashes
and kissed your cheeks,
even after a week
when snow rose to the roof,
icicles hung from the ceiling
and frost left its breath
inside the windows.

As soon as I stood you
in those shiny red Wellington boots,
too big for your tiny toes,
you loved them,
holding you steady In the snow,
bright against the blanket of white
covering the garden, marked only
by the secret words
left by birds.

Kim M. Russell, 2016

My response to Imaginary Garden with real Toads: Bits of Inspiration ~ Shoes

Today Susie has been sitting at her computer contemplating shoes, for which, she says, she has inherited her mother’s passion. There are many reasons why we choose our shoes: athletics, dress, work, vanity; and, if we looked at our collections of shoes, we would remember where and why we bought each pair. She has also shared two inspiring poems about shoes. The challenge is to write about shoes. It could be a favourite pair, hated pair, father’s shoes, mother’s shoes. We should go wherever our shoes take us, as long as the poem is a new one.

 

34 thoughts on “Shiny Red Wellies

  1. You wanted to chase flakes that fell from the sky,
    fluttered on your eye lashes and kissed your cheeks,
    even after a week when snow rose to the roof,
    icicles hung from the ceiling and frost left its breath
    inside the windows.

    Sigh..❤️ the images woven here are to die for! Beautifully penned!

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