I’ve walked more than a mile
in someone else’s shoes,
suffered painful corns and blisters
in my quest to empathise,
to see things from other points of view.
I’ve danced in well-worn hobnail boots,
balanced on purple patent platforms,
even worn in a brand new pair of pumps.
But I never braved stilettos,
and I never squashed my toes
into winklepickers, clogs or elevator shoes.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Shoes
This week, Susan’s challenge is to write a NEW poem featuring shoes in a symbolic narrative or describe a pair of old shoes.