A fanatic, her other half;
she put it down to his stint
in the army. Even after
he retired, old habits still
died hard. Each evening,
Cherry, as she was called,
cleaned her old man’s shoes
before he went for a swift jar...
or two. “Why have a dog
and bark yourself?” he’d say.
But this particular night,
she’d an attack of lumbago;
he said his brogues were a disgrace.
Made her ‘put her back into it’;
said he wanted to see his face
in ‘em. Knocked her about a bit;
right down them ‘apples ’n pears’,
yet she just picked herself up...
walked right out of his life...
He’s not mentioned her since,
almost as if she hadn’t existed –
you know how it is. Gone,
but not forgotten....not by me,
at least. Those sad eyes of hers
and ruby red lips; whenever I see
a tin of ‘Cherry Blossom’ polish –
she springs to mind. I like to think
that, one day, she really did shine.

Comments
Bradene | November 23, 2010 - 13:12
Great take on the IP, actually I was a little surprised that there hadn't been one along these lines before now, but then thinking on it, no one writes this sort of thing better than you Tina. Fine writing. Valx
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 13:22
Thanks for that Val;-) Good old 'Cherry Blossom'!
Tina x
luigi_pagano | November 23, 2010 - 13:48
How clever of you, Tina, to find a different and original angle. Now that you mention it, the Cherry Blossom polish should have been an obvious source of inspiration.
Luigi xxx
skinner_jennifer | November 23, 2010 - 13:57
Brilliant idea for the IP. As usual you have excelled
yourself Tina.
Thanks for the great read.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | November 23, 2010 - 14:58
New Silver-Spun-Sand
Me too,how clever cherry boot
polish,I remember vividly.
Loved all of this, and congrats;
on cherry. Liked the accent of character to
Dad used to spit n polish his shoes,shine them
on his trousers,at the back of his leg for a shine,
if hadn't got time.
Brilliant.IP
julie X
Highhat | November 23, 2010 - 16:04
I don't know Cherry Blossom polish but you really hit the IP here and it was a moving poem. Well done
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 16:30
Thanks, Luigi;-) It's always the thing right under our noses, that we overlook; in my case, usually my specs!
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 16:31
You're brilliant too;-) Thanks for the lovely comment and I can just imagine your dad. Mine used to do that too, bless him.
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 16:35
'Cherry Blossom' was always THE boot-polish, in those dear little tins with that 'hard to open clasp' I never could undo;-)I think it was first manufactured around the time of the First World War, so it's even older than me;-)
Thanks for reading and glad you enjoyed.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 16:37
Jenny - thanks so much for reading and your kind words;-)
Tina
SundaysChild | November 23, 2010 - 17:31
Beautifully written as always and I love the ending- very neat. x (p.s I was also unfamiliar with the polish but thanks for explaining!)
fatboy74 | November 23, 2010 - 18:08
A corker this Tina - brilliant characterisation in so few words. More squishy cherries for your world record breaking pie! Really well done. :-)
threeleafshamrock | November 23, 2010 - 18:43
Top notch, as always Tina; lovely to read your work again, I must get around to all the stuff that I have missed. Don't even know what the I.P. was but this stands on it's own feet anyway...
Chris ;)
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 19:19
SundaysChild thanks so much;-)
As far as the polish is concerned, I grew to hate the smell, seeing as my mum insisted I cleaned my naff, lace-up shoes every week before I went to Brownies.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 19:21
Your comment's a 'corker' too, fatboy. Thanks;-)
As for that cherry-pie, I shall have to have a go at making it one of these days. Mind you, pastry is not my strong point, as my other half would bear witness to.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 23, 2010 - 19:24
It's really great to 'talk' to you again, Chris.
Speaking about the 'stuff you missed', I missed you too and would often wonder what you were up to.
Glad you enjoyed and, as always, really appreciate your telling me;-)
Tina xx
rjnewlyn | November 23, 2010 - 23:26
A nicely told story. Yes I sympathise about the impossible-to-open tins. My experience was always that either the lid or (worse) the polish would go flying across the room with the effort. I like the way he tries to block it out - perhaps have a go sometime at writing it from his point of view (military service must have been at least partly to blame).
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | November 24, 2010 - 08:45
Rob - thanks for looking at this one in so much depth and glad you liked it.
As far as your idea is concerned, it is a really good one - ie. re his military service and the effects of, etc...(Something I am only too aware of, with an ex-soldier in the family.) Shall have to get busy writing!!
Tina
lenchenelf | November 24, 2010 - 09:34
You have a talent for bringing authentic voice to each piece and allowing the characters to reveal themselves, the narrative complementing and setting context. Good stuff :-) atb Lena xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 24, 2010 - 10:10
Lena - I more than appreciate your, as ever, intuitive comments. Thank you;-)
Tina xx
Kahdai | November 29, 2010 - 19:17
Ah Tine its sad, I didnt think of that polish, havent seen it in ages since broke something trying to open it, sorry about the brownie shoes! :) K xx
kheldar | November 30, 2010 - 22:31
As Monty Burns would say (possibly after Smithers had Cherry Blossomed his shoes): "Excellent."
:--) xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 1, 2010 - 11:28
Exactly, my dear David;-)
Tina xxx