Velvet Shoes, alas not mine

I attended a Christmas party at a local Senior Center. On each table were flyers with candy and sequined decors thrown atop them. Each flyer depicted a poem from various authors with a graphic background relating to the subject. I picked up two of those flyers from the table I sat at. One was from William Shakespeare and the other from Elinor Wylie. Shakespeare’s poem was called “A Merry Note”, and I am still pondering the meaning of that poem. The grammar, of course, is ancient and enchanting. Elinor Wylie’s, “Velvet Shoes” is a beautiful poem.

Here’s that touching poem. It is not my work, but deserving of Elinor Wylie, whomever she may be from a recent or past era in time. Picking up that flyer had inspired me to try my hand at poetry. My words would never be fancy and smooth, but simplistic and coming straight from my heart. Your comments are welcomed.

VELVET SHOES

Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow’s milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes,
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below,
We shall walk in the snow.

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