The Red Shoes.

The Red Shoes.

The Red Shoes - Trac Davies ©

The Red Shoes twinkle in shop lights
Artificial and bright, I feel stifled
A false arena, never belonging
I feel like a cow at the market
Apprehensively meandering in a daze
Just like a beast for the slaughter.
Looking for sandals that fit me
Something practical but hippy-chic pretty
Nothing with heels for those days have gone
I no longer feel sensational
Slinking jagged tiger, prowling at night
In jeans and leather or lycra.
I despise any form of shopping
Especially in fashionable boutiques
And all the sandals twinkle so prettily
Their narrow insteps all mock me
Their open toes have no tongue to poke
But if they did, they would and they'd say;
You cannot wear me!
You would never get me on!
I am far too slender a fit!
For someone like you!
Someone like me 
I feel abnormal.
I wonder if this is why Cinderella went barefoot
Until the fashion fairy visited
And chose her dress, her shoes and her future
Forcing another woman onto her soul
With three wishes and empty promises
All about happy ever afters.
And as I contemplate the Red Shoes tale
I realise how similar the two stories are
Always about shoes and new lifestyles
Promising much but delivering nothing
Lies coated with champagne and chocolate
With bitter overtones on the tongue.
How could anyone say I like shopping?
As I lumber past displays in ugly crocs
And all the women there seem insubstantial
As if made out of mist and of moonlight
I try this pair, I try that pair but they're all too small
Sandals silently mock with vanished tongue.
But by now I'm hectic and muttering
Because I have never been a narrow fit
Not even when slim and so feckless
How I miss those golden days but hated shopping back then!
But didn't feel like an elephant in a ballet
Charging past the fashion queens with their tiny feet.
Who titter and mock my presence
Bright eyes watch someone they'll never be
And for their sakes I hope they won't walk this path
For it twists and it turns and is rocky
Yet age and health issues catch us on that road
Even when thin and insubstantial.
As time passes and we accumulate wear and tear
Yet I remember my youth and vitality
And I recall the confidence that  this gave me
But those days have passed into another Dimension
And all that fit are these Red Shoes 
That I, in my panic have chosen.



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