I’m finally having a go at Maggie Elizabeth’ prompt, this week she said it could be a photo, art, writing or a song. 
So I’m using a photo you may have seen before and have just scrawled this to go with it. You may need to live in Britain to get it, I don’t know?
We go out after dark
Freshness of face hidden
Under identical masks
Displaying our individuality
Our dress sense unique
Only five thousand made
For a top shops 440 branches
Glittered American nails
Rhinestoned sweep of lashes
Scaffolding to access
Gold heeled sparkling platforms
Break our legs on Jagerbombs
When we go out after dark
Very rare huntresses
Maggie would be thrilled to see you if you would like to join in!
Lucid Gypsy 
Thanks so much for checking out my blog and for Liking my Travel Theme: Red post. I also do a weekly Pictorial Highlight on a different bioregion of California; today I should be posting part 2 of Humboldt, where the mighty redwoods live to their fullest, home of the gorgeous Roosevelt Elk =) *Following* your lovely blog now. Nice amanita muscaria mushroom on the right on your home page! I love hallucinogenic plants, culturally, anthropologically, and actually =D
–Love and Liberation–
Jan @ TheRewildWest
Love this, Gilly. I could never wear heels like that. 🙂
Love the poem Gilly oh and how I would love those boots. A friend of mine [when we were younger…so much younger] used to pop me in to silver [high…very, very high] heels when we went out.
Love the poem. I wish I could still wear shoes that high.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Breathtaking!!!! Hope they go out after dark lots and lots …
That is only deadly heels. Bwahahaha 😀
And the glitter can blind a driving man from a distant. Even more Bwahahahah 😀
Sorry, I amuse myself some times.
WOW! Those are some heels! I doubt I could walk in them nowadays 😉
You don’t need to go out in Britain to understand.. just spend time after dark in any big metro area! LOL.
FYI, I’m beginning to realize I was never that young and stylish. Kudos to all who were/are!! Double kudos if you never needed a cast the next day!! 😉
Awesome poem and the boots are to die for.
Though I’m not in Britain, I still love it … the boot and the poem!
lovely poem, though am not in Britain. I could never walk in these shoes. 🙂
Love the poem. Love the BOOT.
I have a pair of four-inch heels I can’t wear anymore in silver glitter…
I hear you… and we did back in the day! 😆
My heart just skipped a beat after seeing that boot 🙂