This month’s writing prompt was Melting. Here we showcase all the responses that were submitted.
Melting writing prompt: Sticky sweet ice cream dripping over your fingers. The ice melted in the glass. condensation forming perfect droplets on the side. Nothing good lasts forever.
equatorial
deep belly laughs cure, my sweet milquetoast,
ripe as honeyed mango cherries atop your birthday cake
you're a well of well-kept secrets,
like clandestine lovers cloaked in the night's fairy dust
charcoal ink in hand, you trace circles 'round your body
marking each entrance and exit of a memory
with a sister, mother, father, brother, friend, lover...
your tight-lipped smile a mask of surprise
beneath the society's eagle gaze, you're a li'l verklempt
feelings swirl like ocean waves inside your heart
yet, you pay no heed, why else
for you're happy alone indeed!
here lies the equator of your limbs, the navel a symmetry of your character,
every good or bad deed done a scale of lightweight feathers
do you remain the same after? in the eyes of a bespoken beholder?
by Liezl Villanueva (@liezlcv_ Insta)
Merely Melt
And when my eyes catch sight, I melt at your sunshine. Though I fear getting burned, as I am unsure of your rays. Are you sunshine for everyone or is it different for me?
Until the burn stings, I’ll continue to merely melt. As much as it may hurt in time, it is worth being felt.
by Mackenzie Gellner (@__mgpoetry Insta)
Dog Days: July 27th
we live in the stomach
of Sirius now
where everything is soup
and sundays are spent hiding
from the sun's sawtoothed snarl
mint ice cream melted
on paper plates
and turned the cake
i hand out at the local kitchen
soggy: a puddle of icing and
chocolate and food dye
but they came back for
seconds, thirds, fourths
anything to stay cool
to keep your mouth
from foaming over
in fever and heat so great
you’d swear your brain was escaping
in salty pink streams from your ears
god forbid—us hounds
turn hydrophobic
in this boiler room
by Rian Moneypenny (@rianmoneypenny Insta & @RianMoneypenny X)
Ice Cream Haze
Ice cream shop
I was with you in thought
Dilemma about
which flavor to choose
I know you were busy
-out of town-
The sky was hazy
Pistachio ice cream
in a green bowl
but I’m melting
One percent battery charge
I tried to click the picture
My phone says not today mister
by Inner Monologue (@inner__monologue__)
swim press 