Insouciance of Mink Pompoms
The forecast was for snow,
but still you wore those kitten heels
with pointy toes and pompoms
made from real mink.
When we left the bar that night
Prague was a fairytale.
Arms linked, we half-carried,
half-swept you, laughing,
through black and silver streets.
Dazzled by fairy light, we skimmed
the icy cobbles of Stare Mesto.
Sheila Lockhart is a retired social worker and lives on the Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands with her partner and two Icelandic ponies, tending her garden and writing poetry. She has been published in Northwords Now.