Touch of Red

Vintage Words


My feet did not touch the ground. Too

proud.  I had no especially good reasons

to be proud, but the shoes. The shoes.

Broke out the Sunday laced socks, the white

ones that made the red redder. I couldn't stop

looking down, ran into trees, stumbled

and kicked up sand.


But hey, I caught my balance

and tripped away brushing off dirt

from the socks,  the shoes were fine,

gleaming of red patent leather untouched

by anything but the sun. As a memory,

it is a reminder of all things new. Red

shoes are epitome of gifts in pairs.

The world never knew the meaning

of these shoes for me in the middle

of few new anythings.


Against the unpainted planks of the breaking

porch, on the aqua blue tiled walk of shattered

shale, the red stitched strap buttoned nicely

tight. If a picture had been taken, the brown

stuckle squares, individually placed, and nailed

to the house that had once been enviously

beautiful; set back and below the pocked dirt

road would have spoken of red shoes, new

against the wooden porch step.


Red made aging wood seem new beneath

the blooms of four Catulpa trees, a row of cherry,

looming behind the ancient house, where

outside bedroom windows were white

blossoming green petaled pear.







Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem describes my first red shoes and the house I grew up in until age 11. - slc

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vjochum's picture

Weaving of a masterpiece

Weaving of a masterpiece here.   <3

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Thank You For The Read & Comment

I grew up in a small town, we had little, but always enough. Memories flood back sometimes and I paint it with words - Those are the fun writes full of love and pictures - Lady A

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Yes, it did sound like it was

Yes, it did sound like it was a fun write.  Great job!


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This was a joy to read...

This was a joy to read... yea...those patent leathers were soooo "everything". You couldn't wait to wear them again. It was like a new pair of shoes every time. And when they got old..   oh no!!! They never got old enough to hand down... you'd be like cinderella's stepsister squeezin' that 6 into a 5!! 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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I Wore 'Em

...till the straps fell off and the soles crumbled, the buckles were lost, and the toes vanished long before I outgrew them. Red pats rock when you are six or so - Lady A

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I have a pair of bright

I have a pair of bright lipstick red 9 inch heels ive never worn because I havent found the right dress yet. but now i am thinking of wearing them with jeans... :)

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Nine Inch Heels

(the answer to 9" Nails?) I would think 9 inch heels of lipstick red would go with any outfit, but then my fashion sense sucks. ~(:D)- Lady A

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