Velvet Jacket
Choose Me. I hang here among overfull rails
Wires my forest, waiting for you to
Draw close.
Hold Me. Run your fingers on my silken velvet.
Sculpting you, I, you, precisely fit.
Don’t let go! And I’ll forever be
Yours, truly.
Own Me. Etch your name on the fabric of my shell,
With a waft of perfume, and the weight of your hands in
My pockets.
Dress Me Up. Undo my buttons and slip
A satin square on my heart,
Purple,
Your favourite colour, and mine.
Choose Me.
Take me now,
And I solemnly avow,
I shall remain,
Everlastingly
Devoted to You.
Lauren Rose Davies
Collège-Lycée International Balzac, Paris
First Prize Junior
Read by Olivier Holmey