Where I live, the summer heat is above 90˚ F (32˚ C) these days, which means it’s the perfect time to cool down with a little poetry and ice cream!
I’m thrilled to share a pair of my poems, “Ice Cream Float” and “Ice Cream Flowed,” featured in Scholastic Storyworks 3, a multi-genre classroom magazine for Grade 3. These poems offer two metaphorical perspectives on an ice cream cone, exploring both its delightful and messy sides.
The talented Jomike Tejido brought these metaphors to life with his vibrant illustrations. Teachers and students can dive into the figurative language and compare the poems’ different moods and imagery. Grab a cone and enjoy the read!
Ice Cream Float
My ice cream is a big balloon.
It carries me away
through clouds of creamy coolness on
this scorching summer day.
It’s frosty and refreshing.
It floats me to the moon.
To beat the heat, I love this treat…
my ice cream cone balloon.
Ice Cream Flowed
My ice cream is a ball of mud,
a scoop of icky, sticky crud.
The sludge is dripping down my hand,
my arm, my pants, my feet, the sand.
I can’t quite lick it fast enough
to stop this flood of mucky stuff.
I scream! Instead of cold and round,
it’s now a puddle on the ground.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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