Red Platform Heels
When I saw them in the store,
one half classy and one half whore,
the Crocs I had on seemed a bore.
Those heels were girlie, cut low, red.
I knew those heels would knock men dead.
As I left the store in them,
I was feeling oh so femme
until one shoe caught on my hem.
‘Twas then that I went tumbling down,
wrenched my ankle and tore my gown.
This fall was just a quirk, I thought,
with no regrets for what I’d bought,
for I was feeling oh so hot
that men would surely all be gawking.
I’d be more careful with my walking.
In Mexico, young girls or crones
go tripping over cobblestones
with no risk to their ankle bones.
Moving with sure-footed grace,
they never fall upon their face.
They chat as they cross streets together
even in inclement weather––
Their three inch heels of strapped-on leather
negotiate each slippery rock,
barely noticing where they walk.
So I got up from the floor
and sauntered once more towards the door
onto the street outside the store.
Where, once I got into the swing
I knew those shoes were just the thing.
My car was parked one block away;
but it was such a lovely day,
I thought that I would just sashay
up to the plaza for lunch and booze––
a trial run for my new shoes!
I belted up my dress a bit
so I would not trip over it.
Once more I felt sexy and fit
as I accomplished no small feat
negotiating each walk and street.
I must admit that I felt hobbled
as I walked over roadways cobbled.
Perhaps I grimaced, winced and wobbled.
But at the time, I was enthused––
thinking only of my new shoes.
When I reached the plaza and I walked by
a table of men, I felt each eye
peruse my legs from toe to thigh.
I knew that those new shoes were why
I held the gaze of every guy.
Maneuvering towards an empty table,
I walked as well as I was able,
but overlooked just one small cable
as I glanced over for their reaction.
That’s how I ended up in traction!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Those shoes look like killers to me, too. I fall over my clogs. I think I’d break a hip and both ankles in those. But I’d have worn them all the time when I was young. I LOVED high heels. Then. Not now.
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Those belonged to an 18 year old girl…I just loved the picture of them removed at the door…I bet thankfully.
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been there done that ,oh those were the days my friend I thought they would never end………
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I used to teach in shoes like that!!!
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Department of great minds think a-similar. A great shoe story, Judy. Mine weren’t heels: http://thegadabouttown.com/2016/03/12/walking-on-my-face/
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Oh, I anguished over your true story, Mark. I commented more on the blog itself.
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GReat poem Judy. I hope it’s fiction 🙂
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Definitely. Only the falling part was true…three bad falls in as many months, so I simply slowed down and haven’t fallen since. Shades of, “Slow down you’re going too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just whistle down the cobblestones. . . .(something or other) and feelin’ groovy!!! Are you old enough to remember that you young thang????
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Yup, unfortunately I am old enough to remember – Jus’ lookin’ for fun and feelin’groovy 🙂
I hope you’ve recovered from those falls…
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I cracked at your first three lines!
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Good one!
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I hate wearing dressy heels…Hate, hate, hate…Thus, your (hysterical) poem utterly resonates.
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I haven’t worn them since 1981!!! I haven’t worn anything but Crocs or Fit Flops or Birkenstocks in the past two years. Ahhhhhh. Comfort.
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It is, Jane. Thanks for the “hysterical” by the way.
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Good one! Hope you’re better now. (ha). And yes, I have a pair of red high heel shoes (actually two pair). And that red dress.
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And I believe you have an extra (red shoe) as well, but shhhhh. It’s a secret.
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They look so pretty…but wearing them just doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.
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Not for me either, Belinda, even thought this story is fictional.
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Excellent story of high heel manoeuvres in nice poetic lines. Enjoyed a lot smilingly.
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Wow those were some heels!
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Everything cycles around. It’s been a long time since these were first in style and now here they are again–feeling brand spaking new to a new generation.
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I know it is weird how things do come back!!
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Oh gawd! That is great!!! LMBO
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Oh Calen, you always boost my spirits! And I love to make you laugh.
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I remember asking a class of upper teen beginning English students in our small Mexican village what they would like to go shopping for and one answered (Kuki) that she wanted to go buy some spikey red heels. of course, she could have worn them well with no tripping. Thanks, Judy, for the wonderful poetry that allowed me to see and feel along with you.
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And I went sprawling (wearing Crocs) in the cobblestoned street of that same village she would have been negotiating perfectly in those red spikes.
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