Iridescent
My new clogs are iridescent,
Making people stop and stare,
Which doesn’t happen to the other
Shoes that I might wear.
The color’s kind of different
From the way they looked online,
Yet once I tried them on I knew,
Of course, that they’d be mine.
First they’re greenish, then they’re purple,
Like some feathers on a duck.
If you’re trying to describe them,
You’d be mostly out of luck.
For the thing with iridescence
Is the way the colors shift,
Though their very changeability
Helps make my spirits lift.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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