This week's Poem of the Week is 'Shoes' by D.Knape, a humorous look at the oft forgotten load-bearers that take us places, serve our needs and are then put in the cupboard until the next time they are called upon. David creates an entire poetic world for them to play in and reminds us that, perhaps rather than eyes, it is shoes that are the window to the soul.

Below he answers our Q&A in his own distinctive style:

 

What got you into writing poetry?

Community Service, assigned by the judge.

 

How long have you been writing?

Since birth. The womb did not have enough light.

 

Do you go to any open-mic nights?

Not any more.  I have been banned from most venues.  

 

What’s your favourite poet/poem?

Any of mine.  (is there a U in favorite?)

 

You're cast away on a desert island. What's your luxury?

Toilet paper.

 

Shoes

by D. Knape

 

Shoes speak

whether you know it or not

they talk in the closet

in the dark

they hold conversations

(these are the odd noises you sometimes hear at night)

they speak of all the places they've been

and compare notes about their wear and tear

of supporting 150 pounds or more

of being rained on

walked on and kicked off

then sometimes they will speak

of the lady shoes they met

the high heeled beauties

that walked by with such style and grace

it made them want to know more

to seek their company in private rendezvous

in some dark romantic corner

there is community among shoes

so wide in their diversity

they know your every move

and everything you do

they've seen it all

they've smelled your socks

they've been in your closets

they've seen your dirty laundry.