Currently I am writing another novel, historical fiction, based on the life of a real person (my great grandmother) who lived an extraordinary life in Colorado when the west was still wild. When I finish that book, I plan to play with poetry. I've written a few poems and find the process challenging and fun. To me,writing a poem is similar to completing a crossword puzzle--both processes being word games.
So . . . this month I am posting a poem I wrote. It was published this year in the Gold Man Review. Please let me know if you like it.
If I Wore Sensible Shoes
If I wore sensible shoes
would I choose the road most traveled,
wait on the curb for the walking green
and shun the slippery slope?
Would I walk past the rogues and scoundrels
to stand by the man with intelligent eyes,
or conquer the corporate ladder,
rung by treacherous rung?
If I wore red, peep-toe stilettos
would I learn to tango and dance all night with a gigolo,
or walk along the Seine with a stranger
who fed me snails and sweetbreads?
Would I flash my toes at the Met
and in the shops along Fifth Avenue,
feigning surprise when I see myself in Vogue
or on page 6 of the New York
Post ?
If I wore lunar-tech, racer’s edge athletic shoes
I would dare to rush the net on a clay court,
hike the west rim of Zion
and leap across the Seine with Michael Jordan.
I would blaze my own trails,
outrun the rogues and scoundrels,
and at the end of a Wonder Woman day,
cool my burning feet in an icy mountain stream.
May 2011
Ginger,
ReplyDeleteLove the poem! Looking forward to reading your next novel.
Sara Rishforth