Found
KG shoe, upside down, five inch heel in the air,
open toe, slingback, a strappy thing, black,
buckled three times on one side,
turquoise sole, almost clean,
just some pressure on the ball,
Kurt Geiger, size thirty eight, made in Brazil.
I saw another, not the partner, a Primark affair,
slumped by the wall of the church
where I’d seen boys the night before, eating chips.
I remember my daughter’s Italian shoes
for her school leavers do, five years ago.
After that night, only one shoe remained,
and under our stairs,
there’s my abandoned six inch silver stiletto,
not the shoe –
just the stiletto.
Maria Isakova-Bennett lives in Liverpool, teaches art part-time and recently graduated with an MA in creative writing. The New Writer, Envoi, Orbis, and Crannog have published her work and she has publication forthcoming in Poetry Bus, and Boyne Berries.