The Shoe!

This is the response to a challenge laid down by none other than my dear sweet friend Muse - I do hope I didn't dissapoint!

This blasted tyrant with corest holds,

A memory longs for times of old,

When feet were fit for the sofest ground,

Dear women thread without a sound.

 

Animals hide does sheath the rough soles,

Merry men wash dirt into hollow bowls,

Pesky pins never far from needle friends,

Arch's soften to house slight softened bends.

 

Jimmy Choo works more and more fast,

Within leather moulds the jail is cast,

High heels for some and flat for few,

Damn the dreaded bright leather shoe!

Author's Note

A little out of my comfort zone, but I ejoyed the challenge!

Reviews

[quarintine_deathangel]

Muse, you got some abstract challenges, and your picture is the coolest glitter I think I've ever seen XD And the poem, Thomas, was entertainment and brought about some ideas. Definantly an in depth outlook upon the dreaded bright leather shoe ;) XD Really well written with a fast paced flow, I enjoyed reading, thanx for writing ^.^

[Pencrafter]

This struck me as funny, speaking about the shoe-making process and commenting on the uncomfortable end result. We're slaves to fashion, forced to endure nylons, ties and other accoutrements and apparel. I would prefer the ancient robes and sandals.

[JanieB]

Excellent..yes, a different style for you Thomas. You did a great job! :)

[Wendy Seames Garner]

You took the challenge, and preformed beautifully! No Jimmy Choo's for me, I'm too old for prison.

[Leslie Philibert]

Witty,clever poem, it`s one of the hardest things to be funny in a poem, you did well here, good work,

[L. Edward Neale]

Good to get out of the comfort zone. Muse on a shoe. If the muse fits wear it. Fits well. I see images of medieval leather smiths making long Elizabethan boots with winkel long picker toes toffing around and playing footsie under the feasting table and I feel the morph into the modern shoe. But theres that still the same feeling of suffering for fashion in modern high heels as back in the Elizabethan days when they suffered various kinds of body binding for the sake of a beauty standard. Interesting read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Always a pleasure to read your poetry. I enjoyed the poem. Many thoughts and visions create by the strong statements.
"When feet were fit for the sofest ground,
Dear women thread without a sound."
A nice ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Priyanka Natesh]

Challenge well accepted! Very smart work! Made a great read. Thank you :)

[Shep]

Wow what a concept hidden deep into your words. . I felt the need And really enjoyer your new poem.

[Amila Jay]

Some what different poem. Enjoyed the read. Really nice :))

[Robbie~xoxo~]

And you rose to the challenge... Nicely done!