My bracelet

Vivacious and tiny
shiny and iridescent

the sound it makes when
the gold chain shakes

singing songs
holding memories

“hello, hello!”
it whispers to me

its oyster shell home
never leaves it alone

it’s the pearl inside
that curls up tight

the tiny rose on top
striking a pose

containing a bracelet
keeping the main place

still fitting
without any grit

a bright colour
reflecting the light

kept in a dome
once swept away

brought back
it comes closer to me