For our regular Monday morning brain teaser, our Creative writing tutor had spread before us a collection of various old shoes, boots, plimsolls, sandals etc. We had 10 minutes to write something. Here is what I wrote.
From dance halls to football pitches,
From nightclubs to farmyard ditches,
High heels and Cuban wedges,
stacked along the tables edges.
Polished under sergeant’s orders,
scuffed by playful playground dodgers,
worn, buffeted and battered,
unlaced tongues lie shattered.
Bejewelled and velcro’ed knots and straps
studs and hooks lie back to back
upright, sidewise, upside-down
A collection of soles from the lost and found.
© Sheila Ash, 8th June 2015