Time to move. Like, literally.
I've been frozen behind the counter for ages.
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry - I've seen them come and go.
Meanwhile my chocolate chips have become
little solid discs and I have no idea when I'll ever get my big break,
that chink in the ice
But one day, once upon a time,
swooping down comes
the Big Dipper.
My body is moulded for Them.
I arch my back into the curves until They hug me tight.
I am perfectly round and pristine.
Now orbed, I orbit Their galaxy.
But then, the dizziness comes to an end,
and I find myself without them.
I'm frozen again,
atop of a mountain.
I proudly stand round,
my chocolate chips glisten under the
and now everyone can see,
my cookie dough.
Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view.