Free Verse Contest

Poem: Frozen by Natasha Head

Vanilla Ice Cream 1B OC-90

Benjamen Moore

The ice melts
As all its flavors arises.
The sweat creamy
Treat disappears
Down her warm throat.

White creamy drops
Falls from her hand
As sun rays attack
The cold icy treat.

The treat rises
Towards her mouth
As her arm raises
With the ice cream in the hand.

She takes one lick
At the sweat delight,
And colors spin in her mind.
Her eyes close
As she savors every flavor
She can grasp.

With a calm open of eyes
She takes another lick
And it all begins again.

Where I'm From...

I’m from hundreds of feet of
desert mountains
Covered in soft golden sand.
From the Atacama dessert
To the snowy, cold winters
In Montreal.

I am from hot days
And cold nights
When the temperature drops
As the clock strikes six.

I’m from white sanded beaches
Whose waters are crystal clear
With soft friendly currents
Allowing me to swim.
From thousands of tropical fish
To brown furry bears.

I’m from quiet neighborhoods
And green gardens.
From ice cream cones
Dripping as it melted
While I ate.

I’m from white snow
And cold winds
Somewhere far up north.

I’m from one place
We all know.
From a place we all live in.
From the place we call home.