Six months I spent in that dark dingy box,
Smothered in paper and the occasional pop socks.
Glimpses of daylight would soon disappear.
I was carried back to the stock room by the cashier.
Apparently I was for an expensive taste.
I was tight like some customers and a terrible waste.
I tried not to cry and dampen my sole but all I ever wanted was to take a stroll.
The furthest I’d go was the mirror on the wall.
The big feet inside me said I was small.
That was the last time I heeled and cried as what came after I took in my stride.
“I need shiny black courts in a size four”.
That was me! I’d made it – back to the shop floor.
Her toes wiggled inside me making me laugh,
“These are the ones!” she said to the staff.
My innersole suddenly felt better deep inside,
I felt so happy I could have easily cried.
The tongues were all wagging that day I was chose,
I’d left with a lady in immaculate clothes.
I shone bright that day in my pretty tissue,
For I was the one – the shiny black shoe.
I was swung in a bag for the rest of the day,
An excited purchase on her first payday.
I arrived to the place I would forever call home.
I couldn’t wait for my chance to have a roam.
A hand unpacked me and a foot slid in.
I fitted like a small glove around her skin.
Being shiny and new my skin was tough – so she put on some larger socks and got really rough.
She sat with a hairdryer on full blast,
Scorching hot heat hitting me fast.
‘Apparently’ this was the way to soften my leather,
To make me feel softer and more like a feather.
I don’t think it worked though as she walked rather odd and with every step she took she mumbled “oh god”.
My leather sole really hurt whilst being worn in,
Battered and scratched like her poor skin.
You see, the floors indoors were fluffy and thick,
Not like the walk to work on paving and brick.
One thing I’ll mention though which makes me quite sad,
Especially when I see your face looking so glad….
I wait all day for the comfort of our floor,
But thats when I’m kicked off and thrown by the door.
I yearn for that moment when I’ll be worn all night,
Keeping your feet warm once you turn off the light.
A few months have now passed – it’s December the first.
The worry you’ll replace me has got much worse.
I watch you get ready in your sparkling clothes,
Then by surprise I feel your toes!
We go to the mirror for a quick glance,
Happy and excited we begin to dance.
A celebration, a work party, a Christmas do,
And the best thing about it, I’m coming along too!
We enter the party where we boogie all night,
Spinning and high kicking in bright disco light.
Sliding down banisters and doing squat drops,
Ending with dancing on the high table tops.
The evening goes fast and the lights soon came on,
Everyone around us having a yawn.
We jump in a taxi and are soon at our door.
The last bit of this story surprises me much more…
I’m lead up the stairs and into your bed and kept on all night whilst you rest your poor head.
Based on a true story 🤣
My Poem, A Day In The Life Of A Pair Of Shoes was featured in the Sir Peter Blake Gallery in April 2018.