❄️ Frostbite confession. Quiet fury. Stillness sharp enough to cut.
This round’s prompt is: “Ice.”
Literal or metaphorical. Frigid or fragile. Use it in whichever context you want.
Think permafrost, cracked glaciers, numb love, diamond-veined silence.
We want your most shivering, shape-shifting work.
⟶ Rules
• One original poem
• One entry per person
• Free entry
• 32–40 lines or ~150–250 words (Do not exceed 250)
• Submit via email (submissions@inkfirerebellion.com) by Friday, July 25th
🏆 Prizes:
🥇 First Place – $50 + Solo feature (Substack + Instagram), intro + mini-interview
🥈 Second Place – Free entry for next competition + Highlighted feature
🥉 Third Place – Free entry for next competition + Honorable mention (and still canonized)
Winning poems will frost this page with brilliance—
etched into memory like breath on a winter window.
If your verse can freeze time, fracture silence, or glitter with clarity,
we want it.
Write cold. Write bold.
Let it sting like truth.
💙 Thank you to everyone who submitted poems and tuned into the live interview with our last competition winner. Your words, questions, and energy lit up the space. We’re still buzzing from it.
Let’s keep the fire (and frost) going. ❄️
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