beneath the ice

Written for:  The Twiglets #115 – “beneath the ice”

fish hibernate
beneath the ice

Beneath the ice caps,
only a thin layer

beneath the chocolate
ice cream scoop–surprise!
another scoop
of butter pecan
both balanced in a sugar cone

An old man who loved giving advice
knew sales times of most merchandise
He bought a snow blower
but had to forego ‘er
blower was towed at first snow, exploded on sheet of ice.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to beneath the ice

  1. Well articulated verse!


  2. Misky says:

    I always ALWAYS look forward to your limericks! Thank you.


  3. Jules says:

    😀 Some yummy verse…
    And yep… snowblowers do not like to chew ice.
    Once hidden in the show our morning paper got shredded. 🙂


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