Most of us here in the United States experienced record-breaking freezing temperatures with the arctic polar vortex, Hercules, which occurred last week.
I never could get warm. My house reminded me of being inside a refrigerator at the food bank. I once took a tour with my sons’ scout troop, and it was so funny watching them react to the walk-in freezer. They liked it!
|My youngest running through freezer at food bank several years ago|
I’d rather stay close to the oven, munch on whatever happens to be in my refrigerator at the time… carrot sticks, orange slices, leftover macaroni and cheese… closing the door real quick behind me.
This week, I’d like us to think of the word refrigerate and/or refrigerators. How can you use the word refrigerate loosely in a poem? Step out of the box and come up with something fresh… (pun intended) LOL.
What about your refrigerator? What’s in it? Use the contents to inspire you.
Or a small fridge in a dorm... what would fraternity guys store in one of those? Hmm.
Refrigerator as a metaphor is another possibility.
PLEASE TRY to keep your piece under 50 words. After all, who wants to spend a lot of time in the cold?
*All photos, with the exception of mine, were taken from the free pics domain*