Fire and Ice

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #533

Words:  signal, plaid, club, drive, fire, lone, joke,
        ice, fly, join, life, merry

They were Fire and Ice–
no joke.  You'd wonder
why they didn't drive
each other crazy.  Friends
wondered how this could fly
in the face of everyday life.
He was a loner, stoner, stay–
at-homer.  She had a quick
wit, laughed easily, and joined 
a myriad of clubs.  Her merry 
demeanor endeared her to all she
met.  At home, the couple were
in step with each other. She
would rest her head on his
soft, plaid shirt.  He would
screw up his face, trying to
reach an itch.  That was her
signal to use her long nails
for his pleasure.  Really, 
it was all about individual
freedom, and trust.  Neither
Fire nor Ice felt threatened.

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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7 Responses to Fire and Ice

  1. Sadje says:

    Lovely story.


  2. sungrain says:

    This is awesome. I love this so much.


  3. J Cosmo Newbery says:

    Liked the story, loved the flow.


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