Hello, PL’s. Yes, it’s time for another magic poem by the lovely and talented Trisha Broomfield.
Shoes of Glass blew me away, and I really want to share Trisha’s poem with you. Thank you for that, Trisha. I hope I’ve done it justice.
Shoes of Glass
The dress was gold
split to the thigh
plunging to the navel,
on her feet
shoes of glass
in the back of the cab
she sat smirking,
smoothed on red lips,
at the party
all eyes would be on her
she paid and tipped from a
glitter purse
her six inch heels spiked
the steps,
red fingernail on the bell,
she allowed a tilted smile
all eyes would be on her
in the hall mirror, grooming
her reflection
she touched her hair
and turned
to join the party,
guests gazed
all eyes on her,
then the perfumed crowd
gasping, parted
revealing her host, wearing
a dress of gold split to
the thigh
plunging to the navel,
on his feet,
shoes of glass.
The drre
Isn’t that a wonderful piece?! So much detail and anticipation.
Thank you so much, Trisha. We look forward to another very soon.
Okay, Poetry Lovers, next post will be a hot interview with the stunning poet, Ray Pool. So get your tickets booked for the talk show now!
The BBC begged me to record it in their top studio but I laughed in their face(s), and will be holding it in my mate’s shed as usual. I’ve just got to get those lights set up!
Tune in, same time, same channel…..
Heather Moulson 