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.