Shoes

Barefoot, blistered and bleeding She wanders in from the street People stare, flabbergasted Very odd, unheard of in fact She doesn’t know her size So like Cinderella, she tries them on Randomly selecting pretty colours Silvery, glittery heels She twirls for the mirror Sales assistant sighs Wellingtons for the garden If she had one! Satin ice skates She would glide on the icy pond Pretty sandals To feel the sand between her toes Boring, black brogues Perfect! With no pennies in her pocket She wanders back to the street Barefoot, blistered and bleeding