Fashion is belonging.
Even when the fashion is a brash ephemeral flicker.
I do recall the longing
to wear a pair of winkle-pickers so that my feet belonged among those other feet.
The sort of feet whose owners
kissed sweet back-seat girls
in turquoise chromium Vauxhall Victors,
balanced fags in Presley lips at winkle-picker fairground side-shows -
feet that pointed from their tips
to all those other Eldorados.
Bill Webb, Eastleigh
Daily Echo poet-in-residence Polly Clark writes: "This poet has used the memory of a particular shoe fashionable in his day to recall the longing and possibilities of being young. This fun and effective poem is both light-hearted and touching."
You can e-mail Polly on polly.clark@soton-echo.co.uk
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