The zip of my childhood
Introduction
Skipping down the concrete steps
In my gypsy skirt fresh from Nana
I tug on the plastic pink zip
And stamp my feet to watch the plastic stars light up
Down I drop then, off I run
Practising country dancing
Tugging on that little pink zip
Converting to a hop skotch as I skidaddle through the gate
I’m a cheetah tearing through
The field where I learnt to ride
Flimsy plastic zip still in tact
Ginger the kitty waiting for our stroll up the gravel
The cat leaves
The path ends
A new time begins…
A long silvery slow moving worm sprawls across the path nearing my ankles
Here lies the source of my childhood terror
Here lies the ultimate challenge of my youth
There my parents stand watching me tremor
Through it all I strangle my pink plastic zip.