I Have Hobbit Feet!

My poetry professor dared me to write a poem about my feet, so I did! I had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it.

"I picture a fairly human figure.... The feet from the ankles down, covered with brown hairy fur." - J.R.R. Tolkien 

I love walking through the park barefoot

both on the pebbled concrete and

green acorns, it might hurt but,

I don’t mind, maybe I have hobbit feet.

 

I grew tall, lanky, and with spindly fingers,

my beard curled up around my cheeks

and my foot is a size thirteen…and a half

so they’re as big as hobbit feet.

 

I lean on the flaking bark scales

while perched in my favorite tree

my bare feet can dangle below my eyes

and they’re sinewy like hobbit feet.

 

Long hairs curl like fur across the top,

my middle toe’s a callous; bulbous and leathery,  

my pinky toe’s a worm hiding under it neighbor

and my sole is brown and dirty like hobbit feet

 

My Dad ran up the bill with different shoes

because each pair either tore up or

was torn up by my blistered feet.

I was always meant to be barefoot,

walking on the grass and writhing roots

so he joked that I must have hobbit feet!

Author's Note

Helpful criticism appreciated.