Ice Cream for Mermaids
At the bottom of the ocean
on the sea floor,
there’s an ice cream shack
like you’ve never seen before.
Its entrance is hidden
in a grotto of shells
where a starfish points
at the treats she sells.
The recipes are seasoned
by a mermaid’s wish
to taste a summer treat
sweeter than a fish.
She serves sparkling lollies
made with crests of waves
and pearl encrusted waffle cones
from underwater caves.
Instead of chocolate flakes
she uses narwhal tusks,
she sprinkles them with pearls
or the shadows of dusk.
The starfish tells her customers
to scoff their ice creams quick,
sharks sometimes help themselves
to more than just a lick.
on the sea floor,
there’s an ice cream shack
like you’ve never seen before.
Its entrance is hidden
in a grotto of shells
where a starfish points
at the treats she sells.
The recipes are seasoned
by a mermaid’s wish
to taste a summer treat
sweeter than a fish.
She serves sparkling lollies
made with crests of waves
and pearl encrusted waffle cones
from underwater caves.
Instead of chocolate flakes
she uses narwhal tusks,
she sprinkles them with pearls
or the shadows of dusk.
The starfish tells her customers
to scoff their ice creams quick,
sharks sometimes help themselves
to more than just a lick.
This poem is copyright (©) Emma Phillips 2026

About the Writer
Emma Phillips
Emma Phillips lives, writes and teaches by the M5 in Devon, which sometimes lures her off in search of adventure. Her poetry for children can be found in Tyger, Tyger, The School Magazine, Little Thoughts Press and Paperbound, as well as here on the Dirigible Balloon. She is addicted to crisps.