by Marilyn Braendeholm
She felt it in her bones, a pronged ache –
Stretched before her feet the long road
through Bleak months.
She was falling,
tumbling
out of summer. Autumn
already tickling
and teasing
light summer days from her hair,
and with every step through crisp
rusty leaves, clouds
of dried dust
settled on her white summer shoes.
It was time
for lace-ups
and those
bloody-minded
bleak shoes.
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Good one, Marilyn. I well understand this one and remember my own feelings of bleakness at having to don those shoes come September and the beginning of school. I still feel that way when I have to put them on to go outside. It was a conditional thing for me. I hated shoes but loved school and had to choose each day which was more important to me, no shoes or school.
ReplyDeleteYou captured that feeling of rebellion and its reasons so very well. Kudos.
you had me at the first three lines
ReplyDeleteThanks, Claudsy and Linda!
ReplyDeleteLove that tickling and teasing light summer days from her hair! So well done--another winner Misky!! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sara!
Delete"bleak" - what a great, under-used word;very cool poem Misk in an ever-growing cool collection ...
ReplyDeleteOh, excellent, Misky! I do love that "tickling
ReplyDeleteand teasing light summer days from her hair" and the "dried dust settled on her white summer shoes" -- lovely! :-)