Leather BootsA Poem by CatA Seamus Heaney pasticheEvery year when Persephone returned from the Underworld, My mother would take me to fit my ever growing feet into a new pair of shiny boots. When we reached the old O'Hara's bridge, I would sprint across, expecting the creatures of fairy stories to leap out, Leap out and gobble me up, from the rotting bogs of blackened eyes. The smell of the shoe store was always the fearful odour of the bridge trolls following me. Now when I smell that fresh musty tang of new leather, Glimpses of the bridge trolls appear, bringing with them reminders of past terrors. © 2011 Cat |
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Added on March 21, 2011 Last Updated on March 21, 2011 AuthorCatAuckland, New ZealandAboutI am not an emo. From my writing people think I am, but I'm not. When I'm not at school (Just finishing year 11), I'm writing, singing or playing the guitar. Writing and music are my passions. I .. more..Writing
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