Shoe Laces
Your first pair without the Velcro straps
were a thick brown leather brogue for school.
Your mother wept as I laced them up,
threading each eye and pulling the slack.
You thought the laces were half-excavated
worms, stuck between worlds.
When you stood up, tried to walk
you tripped and fell, cried when I sang
the song about the sad bunny
with abnormal ears. I watched you
unraveling, the knots of yourself
grappling the loose loops, crossing over.
Clifton Redmond is a student at Carlow College St. Patrick’s. His work has appeared in various online and print journals and has been placed in various competitions and awards. He is also a member of the Carlow Writers’ Co-operative.
Beautiful imagery 🙂
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