Cone 99

 

ICE CREAM CONE IN THE POURING RAIN

Ice cream in the summer rain

Truly is a sumptuous thing

Tongue

Curving around swirls cream

That tower above golden cone

Teeth nibbling at

Jaunty flaky

99 Twirl

Stuck at an angle in the swirls

The first taste

Sliding through lips

Oh, I savour it still

That childhood pleasure

It truly is a joy to treasure

Eating ice cream in summer drizzle

Taking shelter

Under bush or tree

Or snuggled under awnings sway

Tongue darting in and out

Head angled

Savouring every lick

Every bite

Before it melts

And makes the golden cone disintegrate

Teeth nipping at biscuit crisp

Tongue embedded in the narrow hollow

Extracting every last morsel

 

Savouring the squishy end

Where

Dribbling delicious droplets remain

Squeezed out leisurely

A slow moving stream of deliciousness

Golden bisc and ice cream mix

Captured on waiting lips

Finger licking tasty to the last bite

Gemma Hill