Pumps ain’t the knee high stilettos of
They are boots not so much made for walkin’
But actually for talkin’, harpin’, and raisin’ hell.
A no-nonsense Kansas farm girl with an
Attitude to boot-
And I don’t mean Jesus-
Worn shoes were just that, though,
The rawness was real,
The stubbornness like unchanging dusty leather
They offer protection, a force shield,
A firm blanket for the ideal of
Marchin’ around as she damn well would please.
Her body can’t wear those boots her legs don’t work she’s lost her mind
So I wear the boots instead
And with a
Her cowgirl spirit moves forward.
This piece was inspired from a recent writer’s workshop at Lighthouse in Denver, Colorado. The method employed in this exercise is known as “Ekphrastic Writing” which pulls sensory, emotion, and description from a tangible piece of art – a photo, picture, painting, you name it. The photo above features a postcard of cowboy boots. Expecting to right a fictional piece about a Texan, I was guided instead, to channel energy from the cowboy boots I wore for almost 4 years that belonged to my late grandmother, Jenny.