What Are Scissors?

The Many and Varied Ways of Looking at a Pair of Scissors

Rebecca E

The ballerina, situated on the floor, lowered herself into the splits.

A deadly dagger, struck.

A satisfied crocodile, having just eaten.

A whisperer hissed unknown secrets A confused clown frowned, his painted face puzzled.

A two headed abnormality walked with his head ducked, ashamed at his freak-like appearance.

The two pins lay crossed on the table.

A famished baby bird cheeps feebly, desperate for food.

A strange tree, with two branches sticking straight up, stood alone, in its one tree forest.

Sophie T The two headed boy walks down the street, heads swaying with each step.

Two carrots, a lemon and an orange, all shrunken down, a pupil’s strange lunch.

A bird cries out, desperate for food, to enter its enormous beak.

A crab’s pincer, waiting for its time to lash out.

The deck chair is laid out, waiting for a body to lie on it.

Shoelaces, tied in a bow, not nearly as flimsy however.

Stella R Two crossed swords, Engaged in battle, Smacking together, Crushing whatever slides in between.

They drive on in, on the oddly shaped motorbikes, Make a huge entrance, Ballerina vs Gymnast, Legs doing tricks, And the swords clash together, again.

Rion A A man trap, primed and ready to spring Two crossed staffs, crystals on end Custom made daggers, teeming with malevolence A stylized duck head, quack at the ready A pointed log, ready to spear.

Two deadly spikes, that wouldn’t be out of place on a medieval castle Sharp blades, piercing parchment Nearly something a ninja might throw.

Ruby G Dagger’s against the frail victim, A gymnast’s end Covering the hands of a monstrous sight Colouring hills and mountains abroad A mountain destroyed by a constricting grip Accessories to growth in a rigged cross Not strong enough for two, death’s idea of relaxation Gone for a stroll A stare of stone, a frown alone Back away, the opponent is strong.

Alex L The ballerina poised in flight.

Confusion clouds the anime man’s features.

The parrot calls it screeching cry.

The lounge chair reclines poolside.

A rabbit perks its thin grey ears.

The motorbike roars of into the distance.

The donuts cross their swords.

Isabella R The silver jaws belong to a blue bird A position of a dancer in arabesque The barber’s silver weapon A section of a decision making hand game; they punish anyone who gets in between them A rotated bike with uneven wheels These swords are nailed together as one It can craft an object into any shape or size The decision between short and long

Tom L Two crossed swords stand at attention.

The Ears of a rabbit poke up past the hill.

It embraces me on the beach.

The man looks in confusion.

The bird opens his beak.

The graceful dance of a Ballerina.

The Celery and Orange in harmony.

A lethal spike