Monday, May 11, 2015

DMC: "Ice" by Elizabeth Steinglass


Ice is a disappearing word.
Hard and sparkling,
you hold it in your hand.
It bites back,
demanding you put it down,
but if you persist
it gives in,
slowly dribbling
through your fingers. 

© 2015 Elizabeth Steinglass. All rights reserved.

Nikki Grimes has challenged us to try a wordplay exercise this month and create our own free verse poems. Click HERE for all the details.

Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, May 29th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Nikki's brand new picture book:


  1. I'm quite taken with this poem, Liz– thank you. Call me strange (you wouldn't be the first), but it sort of makes me want to keep a cube as a pet.

  2. Vivid verbs, Liz! I can feel it :-)

  3. How that ice cube bites, but on a hot day, nothing like it mixed with lemon. Mmm.

  4. This is terrific. I love the personification of the ice -- biting and demanding. Nicely done, Liz.

  5. Love the biting, demanding, and dribbling of the ice cube!