Tuesday 26 April 2011

Miss Perfect

Her wardrobe was perfectly arranged
Clothes precisely by colour and type
Material shape size and season
Crisp fresh and so lovingly laundered
At the bottom shoes ascended in
A triumph of organisation.

From lowly sensible flats
Up to dizzying high heels
Fine delicate straps neatly
Clasped, sandals mules courts and T’s
In dazzling symmetry

I threw my clothes down to the floor.

1 comment:

  1. Maggie Doyle and I have both written poems about shoes. At the last but one PP, Amanda Bonnick read a poem about shoes, and I jokingly suggested that we should compile an anthology of shoe poetry. The second stanza of this would definitely go. I love the last line. I don't really enjoy "Oh, clearly there's going to be a punchline" poems, but this one came out of the blue and is very funny. And completely authentic.

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