Red Stiletto

A woman ponders about a red stiletto that was left at her front door!

 

A red stiletto at my door,

Lies stoically upon the floor;

Did the girl who’s p***y I stole like a thief in the night,

Lose her red stiletto upon her flight?

Maybe yes, maybe no,

Hmmm, I don’t think so…

I imagined her feet were nicely arched and toe nails painted in pink,

She wore glamorous red lipstick and always smiled and winked.

Her legs were long,

Calf muscles powerful and strong!

And she must have stomped her way through the street at night,

I’m still pondering how she lost her shoe in flight.

Now I’m imagining her body type…

Was she curvaceous with natural hair and a pretty face?

Or was she your typical 36-34-36 with a contemporary style and full of grace?

And I still can’t shake that red stiletto that was lost in flight,

That stood in front of my door in a fortified position, ten inches from the right…

Did Cinderella leave me something so remarkably precious in front of my door?

Or did the red stiletto come from my neighbor, the Madame, or one of her w****s?

And the red stiletto stood there so free,

The same way the wind rustles upon the trees.

And I guess I’ll never know,

Who owned the red stiletto that had me guessing so…

Reviews

[Samith Pich]

haha i enjoyed reading this poem! i haven't read anything else by you yet but I found the poem's imagery fresh, slightly thought provoking but also whimisical.

red stiletto obviously are powerful symbols of feminity, but not in the weak 'damsel in distress sense' but more in the modern huntress sense. It's contrasted well with the thoughtful nature of the ponderings. Your writing goes straight for the jagular i.e. 'the girl who's p***y I stole like a thief in the night' which was a GREAT way to start off ones musing - it's wonderfully direct but i don't think at all crude.

I also really liked how you repeated "I'm still pondering how she lost her shoe in flight." it gave your poem some structure around the free forming thoughts that traversed your stanzas. And your repetition of the night imagery gives your poem a fantasy/ mystery element to it.

Thanks for sharing!

[odhiambo]

probarbly the best poem iv reviewed today.i thought it would be tarty but it has got so much rhythm and true humour

[Dressed in Poetry]

I like that it's a red stiletto, and that you mentioned Cinderella, because that's what I first thought. But then, of course, it's not a glass slipper: it's a red stiletto, so it's much different. It's not quite as pure, not quite as perfect, but in that it tells a story. I love this.

[Daly]

I love the way the speaker describe the girl in the poem. It seems like the speaker is truly pondering on the red stiletto.