For VerseLove on Ethical ELA today, Andy Schoenborn invites teacher-poets to write “tumble down poetry” about shoes:
“For the small spaces they occupy, poems can cause writers to freeze. To break a poem free, try writing a paragraph or two of prose and, then, watch a poem tumble down with this process… today let’s write about shoes. Please take three minutes and write in prose about a pair of shoes that you’ll never forget… Once your paragraph is written, look for naturally occurring repetition, alliteration, striking images, and moments of emphasis fit for enjambments. Then play with the structure and form as a poem ‘tumbles down’ the page.”
It’s amazing, when you stop to think about it, how many shoe stories we have… this memory from long ago quickly overshadowed all others for me today.
Shoe Story
Fifth grade
studying mythology
the teacher says:
Now you will write
your own myth
sometimes myths
are about inventions
or journeys
or transformations
what can I write
about any of these?
I think
I sigh
I look
around the room
rainslapped windows
there was a time when
my parents would have made me
pull galoshes over my shoes
I hate hate hate my shoes
saddle oxfords
— I call them sadlocks—
black and white
or in my case,
black and gray
needing polish
again
everyone else
wears Hush Puppies
suede desert boots
Be grateful
for what you have
I’ve been told
by various grownups
in my life
(who do not have to wear
sadlocks)
I wonder
who ever invented
these stupid stupid shoes
I wonder when shoes
were invented
—wait—
a picture forms in my mind
a boy, living in a village
by the sea
where the sand is soft
where no one needs shoes…
I grab my pencil
I write him into being
this boy who had to save
his village by climbing
the mountain
where sharp rocks cut his feet
where he made shoes
from big leaves, tied
with strips of bark
on his return to the village
everyone started wearing shoes
in honor of their hero,
Shoeani.

Saddle oxfords. MBK (Marjie). CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.

Ancient shoes. Falling Outside The Normal Moral Constraints. CC BY 2.0.
Such a coincidence, Fran! In 4th grade, I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED my black and white saddle shoes! Everyone made fun of me, and I stopped wearing them. But I have secretly adored them for years! Thanks for the memory!
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You have the gift of turning ordinary, seemingly insignificant objects into powerful symbols. Then, you create an adventurous origin myth from your childhood frustrations. I love the nickname, sadlocks!
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