She was tip-toe soft,
kind words and whisper slippers
mid-winter moccasins.
treading cautiously through a world of steel toe-capped hobnailed boots.
Soft-shoe shuffling quietly amidst the stomping and the striding
Reminiscent of dreamlike dawdle at dusk.
She was tip-toe soft, compassion and comfort
Her steps could caress the conscience of even the sturdiest stiff leather loafer.
She was tiptoe soft
Lambswool laughter
words of wisdom suede-like
midwinter moccasins.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
So tonight at d’Verse Bjorn challenged us to write with metaphor in mind. I also wanted to use sounds, and I am not sure if I have mastered this or not, but I gave it a go.
Hues of Hankinson 