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Imagine,

Latches, hooks, like beaks,

Clasping together and holding tight,

Yet firstly repelling.

 

Imagine,

Beady lumps,

Dented all over,

Reflecting miniaturized rainbows.

 

Imagine,

A never ending, thin rectangular prism,

Curving and curling,

Where the clasps want to once again meet.

 

Imagine,

Colours like autumn leaves with a transparent blend,

A natural call of beauty,

Peaceful with most un-primary colours.

 

Imagine,

Beads as hard and cool,

But seemingly warm,

As a church stain-glassed window in winter sun.

 

Like a zipper, it would taste cold and irony,

Then sweet as your tongue plays with it.

 

Once it’s fitted to a wrist,

It’s ready to move.

 

Like a pet, if lost,

The heart would be torn in two.

 

Kept high,

From little people with little hands,

 

Perhaps a sister might want it,

As sisters do.

Zipper leaves through an autumn tree


By Hayley

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