Buccaneer – dVerse Poetics

This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to write about shoes.

I am a bit of a shoe-fetishist. Unfortunately, I don’t have those delicate, lady-like feet that suit any kind of shoe. Nor do I possess calves that will just disappear into this season’s knee high winter boots with ease. Much like my little-girl desire to be a prima ballerina (before I saw the light and realised that writing was the only way!), my dreams do not match the reality of muscly legs, and ankles that tend to puff up a little as soon as I get out of bed in the morning.

So, here’s my take on footwear. And dreams. Enjoy!

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– Buccaneer –

In my dreams
I stride across continents,
buckling swash
with a smile and a wink
for the ladies (and gents)
who I save from destruction,
and fates that paper
and pen cannot bear.
I take a moment
to polish my boots,
inhaling the leather
encasing my calves
like a second skin.
They are battle-scarred,
and the laces that
bind me from ankle to knee
are soiled with years
of pounding the lands.
They may be scuffed
and worn bare,
but when I ease them
over my stockinged feet,
one by one, slowly,
achingly, sensuously,
I adorn myself
with bravery, confidence,
and a suit of armour
that no metal may match.
They are my badge of honour.
They are me.

Body of Proof – dVerse Meeting the Bar

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Meeting the Bar. This week, Anna is asking us to explore the art of conceit – such fun!

I wasn’t going to even attempt this, but the cruel mistress that is my Muse told me that once I had eaten some dinner, my poetic brain would kick in. I trust her. She is in charge. 🙂

This week, I am looking forward, not back. The past cannot be changed, and yet it shapes your future. You just have to not let it dominate.


– Body of Proof –

My body is tossed to the shore,

Washed up, desiccated, roughened

Yet worn smooth –

The life I knew is distant,

A ship on the horizon

Rolling port to starboard

In the stormy seas.

I may be bladder-wracked

Time and tide has engulfed me

But I am still here

I breathe

I rest on the shingle

The morning heat blushes my skin

I open my eyes

Gaze at sun-kissed clouds

Carrying wind-winged promises

And know that all will be well.

Flip-Top Head – dVerse Open Link Week 124

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at all of the other wonderful responses?

Here’s another trip inside my mind for you, dear readers. Life has a habit of being a bit full at times, doesn’t it? Gets in the way of the real stuff – you know, like writing…..


– Flip-Top Head –

When life interferes with my creativity

It makes me cross, I get real fidgety

Bills to be paid, work to be done

It drains my brain, erodes the fun

of making believe, designing a life

When it all gets too much, the heroine’s strife

is removed just like that by my own, fair hand

Because in books I can do that, it’s like it’s been planned

to the nth degree on reams, brilliant white

Or at least on computer in the dead of the night

Insomnia’s messy, it spaghettis my mind

The deep, dark corners are where you will find

a plot well-drawn, a start, middle and end

Real life ain’t like that –

Is it?