I'm liking this one but I wonder where your plot is? It would be nice if you could mould these poems around more than just the painting. Describing what you can see is great but add to it a little, ask yourself how the shoes got to be there, where they're going and what's special about this pair? Are they the favourite shoes or the old ones being cast off for a new pair?
Forgotten sun-tiles -- on the red brick path they lay [I'm not sure what image you was aiming for with sun tiles. Maybe you wanted a contrast with the forgotten and the image of the sun bathed tiles? A contrast would be nice but this one just causes confusion.]
Watching from the blotted laces, thick leather made threadbare, [I like how blotted hints at the shoes' roots with the artist but this maybe isn't the best use of it. In this case you make blotted sound like a good thing, like the canvas has been carefully blotted to remove excess paint and prevent it from running. It might fit the neglectful theme more to have something like '...blotted out to start afresh...']
worn out and beaten into shape. Memories of the trail blown off and polished away.
A past beyond recollection like the deformed shadow at your heels, [Love this line. I'd like to see you delve deeper into those memories though.]
the door scuffing the tips until the nostalgia frays.[Another awesome line.]
Shoestrings weaved through the open canals and clicking metal,
into the warmth of affinity and furrowed flaps. [I'm not sure about this, it doesn't do much to add to the image or poem.]
Clay streaked onto the tier, thrown to the side before being coaxed with dragging feet.
I think the ending could have been stronger but I like this, it's got some nice potential, particularly for a poem fashioned around an old pair of shoes.
Heather xx
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