A Crush on Cherry

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub -  Quadrille #168 - Ice
(posted by Mish)

Going to the movies as a child
was a treat.  Cartoons,
double feature, and those
soda machines that spewed
forth crushed ice.  Nothing
like those clunky cubes.
I’d press the button
for cherry, and when
the soda was gone,
slurp up the crushed 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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23 Responses to A Crush on Cherry

  1. I still remember those days so very well. Based upon your title I was expecting a love story


  2. Sadje says:

    Lovely memories


  3. K.Hartless says:

    I like crushed ice. It’s totally a thing. Sucking on some crushed ice. Man, I miss that.


  4. M Jay Dixit says:

    I used to do that too. I think it is universal!


  5. Ah… this brings back such memories, Sara ❤ ~ thank you for this.



  6. Mish says:

    A blast from the past. Crushed ice is always better for slurping!


  7. As a kid, I hated carbonated drinks… it would not have helped even with ice.


  8. memadtwo says:

    Crushed ice…now that is a good memory. (K)


  9. msjadeli says:

    cute title for snow-cones, Sara.


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