I bought them in a sale,
brown ankle boots
divided down the center,
one half shiny leather
the other suede.
They were cheap,
a real bargain.
One had been kept in its own dark box,
the other displayed in the sunny shop window.
So, one was faded,
the other not.
But it soon caught up,
and then they were a perfect match.
I love them still, old as they are.
A lace broke years ago
and was replaced
by one slightly rounder,
but it doesn’t show
so, no one knows
the difference.
And I love them still,
my old brown boots,
well-worn but still going,
a bit like me!
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Ankle Boots
by Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
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