Monday, January 10, 2011

The Road Ahead

suggested this theme.


Take a look at a baby's feet,
Fit both inside your hand,
And consider all the miles they'll walk
Across the unknown land.
Imagine step and step and step
Each following the other,
On and on and on and on
As they walk away from Mother.
Those feet will walk on sand-hills,
They'll walk on rocky shores,
On slippery slopes and pavements
And on polished ballroom floors.
Those feet will walk untrammeled
Through the gentle summer grass;
And in heavy boots, maybe, they'll march
As folk see the soldiers pass.
Such fragile things to carry us
On a journey of such length!
Feet! Just bones and skin,
But what enormous strength!
The baby's feet I speak of
May walk till ninety-three!
Then their owners are allowed to say
'My feet are killing me!'


            Alphonse Mucha
What a curious expression! What on earth did Alphonse say
To give rise to such a very withering glance?
It can't be all that easy holding armfuls of fresh fruit!
So is she feeling put-upon, by chance?
Has he told her to be gentle with the apples and the pears?
Has he questioned her involvement with the grapes?
Has he told her to be careful how she warms them with her flesh?
He may not want some over-ripened shapes!
Is she just a little peevish with that head-dress on her head?
It must prickle like the blazes, I'm quite sure!
Such foliage is charming when it's growing on the trees,
But to stand there wearing it! Well, that's a chore!
Certain leaves have slipped their moorings and are very uncontrolled!
There's an orange one that's tickling her cheek!
And Alphonse is quite ungracious if she dares to move an inch
So she's certain he would never let her speak!
Did I hear aright? He's saying that she's getting overweight!
He says she's getting heavy round the chin!
He's looking for a younger model with far less derriere;
One who's prettier and verging on the thin!
Seek no further for a reason for the baleful, chilling look!
We've solved the problem! Hence the curious pose!
As soon as he has finished she'll throw caution to the winds
And come and punch old Alphonse on the nose!


Anonymous said...

So "The Road Ahead" was really cute. It brought an extra smile to my face today. Thanks!

Jingle said...

As they walk away from Mother.
Those feet will walk on sand-hills,
They'll walk on rocky shores,
On slippery slopes and pavements
And on polished ballroom floors...

very special take.
love those lines...

Thanks for the beautiful participation.


Anonymous said...

I absolutely love your poems. The baby's feet symbolism is fabulous.

I wonder if you would consider being interviewed on my blog sometime? :O)

Anonymous said...

that babies feet is really cute! i love your poem.. here’s mine for this new year potluck..

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

What a nice read!!!! Thank you!

Anonymous said...

Fantastic foot frolic!
Enjoyed every word!

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Grandma's Goulash said...

The Road Ahead was thought provoking and the last line left me laughing. Who could ask for more?

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