Guest Post: Ode to a Cuddled Foot

Hi, guys, this is Doug Murphy from Fission Mailure, filling in for Reecey with An Guest Post. In this case, a poem that I wrote for use at the celebrations of the Queen’s visit to Leicester in 2012.

It’s about socks. Sock.

Ode to a Cuddled Foot.

My shame:

I've been neglectful

and you faithful,

Wrapped around my foot,

Sensuously warm. A woollen oven

for my toes.

Believe me dearfleece,

Others were too small,

Rough, stretched or itchy

to satisfy my needs.

I yearned

for your elasticity.

We were young,

Fresh, gentle, soft,

Innocent,

Now we've aged

and play has worn holes

in your fabric.

My toes poke through,

Rubbed with calluses,

My heel scrapes leather

and comes away red

and filthy.

My sole is muddy.

I could leave you,

As others urge, for a younger

newer model.

But my dear,

My heart would ache

as my foot currently does.