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