Little Red Shiny Shoes

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 24 Mar 2015
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One hot afternoon
in late July –
 
catches his eye – 
Little Red Shiny Shoes;
lips, and hat to match,
and Titian hair. 
 
Watches the wind 
toy with her curls 
coyly flirt
with her shoulders 
glint gold, then bronze, 
 
as sunlight spangles
dance and dazzle
midst sycamore leaves,
pistachio thru blue. 
 
Then those lips
epitomise the essence
of all things unquantifiable;  
savours them with his eyes
so red, so moist.
 
Can he ignore
their unspoken promise 
as she sits – legs
a-swinging
back and forth?
 
Fondles a small, 
yellow ball –
there, on the grass, 
fallen from his grasp 
beneath the swing 
where she is, 
legs all a-dangle. 
 
“Mine, I believe...” 
says he, kneeling down
peering up
at red lips that tease – 
“and...just one lick
of your lollipop, 
please?” 
 
One hot afternoon
in late July...
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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

What a lovely poem, and a good start to today. I like the pistachio leaves. Very apt.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jeansmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

As seen throught the eys of a predator - dark, Tina. Sad, because I love little red shoes. Like Jean - I loved the colored leaves.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Dark indeed...and hey, thanks, Bee.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

I think this is quite chilling Tina. The comparison of the beauty with the evil thoughts of the onlooker!!

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Well said, Lindy.   Many thankssmiley

Tina