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.
ha nice… i always wanted to be a pirate…sail the seas… rob the rich and divide to the poor…no wait… that was more robin hood maybe – smiles… really love your couragoues dream… and the boots that fit that lifestyle…cool
ha. i would be a pirate myself…sailing the seas…not sure i would fit into those hip boots…ha. i need to get me a pair and try…maybe earn a few scars on them…thanks for the smiles today….
It’s funny how so many people fantasise about donning the pirate outfit and way of life! I’m rather attracted to the lawlessness of it all…. (don’t tell!). :))
Nothing like the image of a woman in thigh-high buccaneer boots; really liked this pirate dream; have had a few of them my self, and have written some stirring poetics about them. Nice ride, and as you poke us gently with your rapier, we get the point willingly.
[So that is how you spell muscly]
Oh yes, those boots, true identifiers.
I remember wearing sales’ end Prada thigh-highs, turning my feet blue because of the metal band inside the leather. But…who discards Prada, or complains about pain:-)
ha nice… i always wanted to be a pirate…sail the seas… rob the rich and divide to the poor…no wait… that was more robin hood maybe – smiles… really love your couragoues dream… and the boots that fit that lifestyle…cool
Thank you 🙂 Ahar, me hearties! 🙂
ha. i would be a pirate myself…sailing the seas…not sure i would fit into those hip boots…ha. i need to get me a pair and try…maybe earn a few scars on them…thanks for the smiles today….
It’s funny how so many people fantasise about donning the pirate outfit and way of life! I’m rather attracted to the lawlessness of it all…. (don’t tell!). :))
There is something to be said for loving a pair of shoes. Well done Freya. >KB
Thank you! 🙂
Lovely Freya, its good that you have a sense of identity from your shoes.
Thank you! 🙂
Nothing like the image of a woman in thigh-high buccaneer boots; really liked this pirate dream; have had a few of them my self, and have written some stirring poetics about them. Nice ride, and as you poke us gently with your rapier, we get the point willingly.
I’m glad I evinced some fun images in your mind’s eye 😉
I’d love to read your piratical poetical adventures!
Oh I enjoyed this take.. Shoes becoming part of you… Becoming you.. Very good
Thank you so much, Bjorn.
[So that is how you spell muscly]
Oh yes, those boots, true identifiers.
I remember wearing sales’ end Prada thigh-highs, turning my feet blue because of the metal band inside the leather. But…who discards Prada, or complains about pain:-)
I’ve been known to squeeze my poor feet into shoes, just because! I’ve never achieved Prada status though! 🙂
Oh, I just love this. I think of playing dress up and what a huge role shoes play in that for kids.
Oh yes – that’s taken me back, delving into dressing up boxes as a little girl 🙂 thank you for the memory!
I do enjoy a pirate tale..and I’m sure those boots could tell a whooper of a story..
Oh yes, they’ve seen some sights! 🙂
That is lovely. Wonderful ending. 🙂
Thank you! It’s good to be upbeat 🙂
Very cool, “I adorn myself with confidence, bravery” (I want to buy the same pair of shoes!!!! Cackle.) Love the idea of shoes as badge of honor.
Oh yes, they’re a rare find, such shoes 😉
It’s good to dream of being a buccaneer with all the adventures worked out and loving the familiar pirate’s shoes. Great write Freya!
Hank
Thank you! Dreaming is a wonderful escape 🙂
Beautiful poem – specially the ending, I adore it.
Thank you so much.
Arrrr matey this be a treasure of a poem! 🙂
Love this! And your intro paragraph is one I can relate to. My legs don’t fit well with the boots I long to wear either – too short or too narrow.
Great write, so much fun to read. Thanks for joining in.
Aharrr, matey! It be damnable hard to write on them stormy seas!
Thank you – I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
that is the laugh I needed! 😀
Oh good! It was fun to write too 🙂
Ahoy there! Me loves this prattle. It filled me treasure ches with gold dubloon imagery. Argggh!
“chest”
Aharr, me hearty! Shiver me timbers with your enthusiasm! 😉