The shoemaker

The threshold sags, foot and stumble worn
admitting mice, impatient wind and salty dust.
Thirteen children grew up here
in a lavender garden behind a crooked wall,
their father a canny man who cobbled shoes.


3 Responses to “The shoemaker”

  1. 2 John Stevens May 29, 2012 at 9:08 pm

    Right from the beginning this holds the attention. The details are exactly right: they sound authentic, they convey an atmosphere, and they hint at stories beyond. Very, very nice.

  2. 3 Kalila May 30, 2012 at 9:10 am

    Thank you both for your comments. The poem was inspired by a collection of Ingrid de Kok’s poem where she uses the question “what was the most beautiful thing you left behind? ” to base a poem on. This question echoes an ancient poem by Praxilla, in which Adonis describes the most beautiful things that he has left behind as “the light of the sun”, “the brilliant stars, “the face of the moon/ [c]ucumbers in their season, too, and apples and pears” . The cucumbers, apples and pears were the hook for me…

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