Ghazal: I Have Hobbit Feet!

This draft is a second draft of a modification of an earlier poem: "I Have Hobbit Feet!"

I love walking through the park, off the sidewalks with bare feet.

I don’t mind the pebbles or acorns because I have hobbit feet!

 

I grew tall, lanky, with a scruffy beard curling around my cheek.

I wear a size thirteen … and a half … so they’re as big as hobbit feet.

 

While I lean on the flaking bark scales of my favorite tree,

I see them dangling from my legs, gnarled and sinewy as hobbit feet.

 

Long hairs curl across the top like fur, my middle toe’s bulbous callous

my pinky toe hides under its neighbor, they’re as ugly as hobbit feet.

 

My sole is rough like the old, dry leather of worn out boot

they’re brown with dirt because I use them like hobbit feet.

 

My Dad ran up the bill with different shoes because each

pair either tore up or was torn up by my blistered feet.

 

I was always meant to walk barefoot on the grass and writhing roots

so my Dad joked: “Carl , you must have hobbit feet!”

 

Author's Note

Anything helps!