Summer Title Challenge

Magnetron said:

I had no idea who wrote #10, but it was my Second Place Winner.

Great work, Annie.

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Thanks, I'll have to do more free verse in Challenges, my favourite Pantoums are too easily sussed out!

Magnetron said:

I just threw emptiness for the sake of an example.

The idea of humanizing December is intriguing; you already have slouching.

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Emptiness is a good stand-in for barren--I just need to find another. I like idea of December slouching and my original noun--day--is pretty blah.

Angeline said:

Emptiness is a good stand-in for barren--I just need to find another. I like idea of December slouching and my original noun--day--is pretty blah.

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I liked it ending at "lemonade," Angie. It felt very joyful to me at that point, ending on a high mark so to speak. Of course, that wouldn't tug at the imagination through contrast, but it still felt complete to me.

I re-wrote #15. I wrote it originally as a sort of prank, to seen if I could blend game-show references and other cavalier humor with a very serious subject matter. I wish that I had given it more thought in retrospect, and I have tweaked it a bit:

Would you pick door number one?
Would you choose love that scalds,
a love that quickens, sears, and sanctifies?

The option is ours to flirt,
to skirt the margins of that amatory fire,
the price that may not be right.
Door number two is still spring.
That door is closing fast.

Some words bury the needle.
One touch could mean too much,
too much, too deep and sweet for us,
Whose hearts are spread so thin.

I made a bouquet of all my qualms.
I left it there, be-ribboned, in a basin.
We'll make the summer ours.