Twenty years, and I’m still on
this first pair of iron shoes, the other six
hanging heavy on my back. Twenty years.
Memories mist like the fairy dust
you once placed on my tongue.
Twenty years. I leave the shoes
on a salty shore, the soles of my feet
hard as iron, tender as love.
Mari Ness has generally felt that the footwear authorized by fairies is extremely uncomfortable. She lives in central Florida. For more of her work, visit her official blog at marikness.wordpress.com, or follow her on Twitter at mari_ness.