An ode to an all time favourite.

Twister.

The green ice
And soft vanilla cream
Swirl together with the lips,
Cocooning precious red,
Saved best ‘til last.
All around, the wannabes falter:
An arrogant Magnum cracks
Under pressure;
Chocolate dribbles into the sand.
Not the twister:
Saved by the tongue.
Nearby, calippo orange
Bursts from the tube, to the sea
Of tears and juice.
Loyal twister smirks,
Under frenzied kisses.
Still delicious.

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  • c m markus on Mar 25, 2009

    Good poem. Sounds delicious! Holly, if you want you can go into my profile/portfolio and check out my work. Only if you want to.

  • Daghost413860 on Mar 25, 2009

    Mmmmm, now I want some!! I can taste it :)

  • stephencardiff on Mar 25, 2009

    This would make a great advertisement in the summer time nice work… I will stumble this for you.. I think it could do well
    Sure we’ll see… nice work

  • Rod Ferrandino on Mar 25, 2009

    If there are typos here, it’s because I’ve got sand and ice cream all over the keyboard. Thanks foer the comeback in “A-Z”. I really enjoy your work; it touches multiple senses.

  • rutherfranc on Mar 25, 2009

    mouth-watering.. I`m practically drooling here..

  • Bullwinkle Muse on Mar 25, 2009

    colors and texture and vivid imagery, tastes; it’s nearly sensory overload. love it

  • Westbrook on Mar 25, 2009

    Okay, I want some.

  • MrZebra84 on Mar 25, 2009

    You have an incredibly interesting way of using language and metaphor.

  • thestickman on Mar 25, 2009

    kewl! :-)

  • DA Cournean on Mar 25, 2009

    Very Nice!!

  • LOVELYHONEY on Mar 25, 2009

    more than the icecreme

    its the kiss

    thats the one,

    that makes one scream

  • revivor on Mar 26, 2009

    very good holly
    flows well, good rhythm and story
    I like it a lot – revivor

  • Koyin on Mar 29, 2009

    Thanks for that, it’s almost as if I just had some.

  • brianberu on Apr 11, 2009

    Got to go to the freezer now, to see if we have anything that sensual inside

  • Phill Senters on Apr 11, 2009

    I scream for ice cream
    Until my throat is sore
    Daddy says you shouldn’t scream
    Mama’s at the store
    When she gets back you’ll get the stuff
    That you’re screaming for

  • mysticdave on Apr 11, 2009

    mmm, delicious words:)

  • Kate Smedley on Apr 11, 2009

    Twister! I loved them … cool poem (excuse the pun)

  • Kimberley Linstruth Beckom on Apr 11, 2009

    Wonderful write! I love the imagery in this. Think I better go to the food store for some ice cream!

  • Monkeywithagun on Apr 11, 2009

    Joyous.

  • ShaFar on Apr 12, 2009

    Lovely for a hot summer day. Great poem. Reminds me of when I was a kid. Sweet memories never fade.

  • Diana on Apr 12, 2009

    delicious poem…could eat it ;)

  • pmbryson on Apr 12, 2009

    liked it a lot innocence and yet very steamy sexual inuendo underlying. Great!

  • barreto on Apr 12, 2009

    …well i like ice-creams…

  • Elizabeth Abbott on Apr 16, 2009

    Painted so lovely!

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