Red Shoes

Here the road goes nowhere and everywhere
But you – you stopped here
Thirty years before in new red shoes
Mini skirted, slenderly blond
Staring out into the lens
Dad’s arms around you
Smiling through ghost glass

Obscured by a battery of tasks
First you fought; then lost
Your smooth face and hands
Grew listless in smocks
Creased up and worn you fade into the backs
Of scrubbed cupboards
Are ironed flat; your red shoes
Turned blue under a cosmos of feet

Here everything except something
Kept you from everything
The house; the kids; the diligent bills
In tins; you are lost in a silent no-where
Yet your image remains
Dreamily gazing whilst the tides draw
towards you licking red shoes


Blogger Russell CJ Duffy said...

Simply wonderful. Makes a grown man go all mushy. Thanks!

2:22 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Red shoes. Green eyes. Lovely.

12:06 AM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

This verification is dabledi.
reminds me of a Beatles song.

Dabledi dableda dabledi oh oh
Double dable debladi

12:07 AM  
Blogger Echo said...

Red shoes, red shoes,
lovely lovely red shoes

5:10 AM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Hi Echo. Do you post comments that repeat bits of the original then? Like an echo? Ingenious.

WV oakulik

Sounds like a fast food place for bark weevils.

10:05 PM  

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