Jello

Written for:  Poetics Asides 2018 April PAD Challenge
Pick a food, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem.  It can be a food you love, food you hate, or food you’ve never even tried before.

Wriggles, jiggles and slides off your plate.
You cannot pick it up; it will just separate
like egg whites do from hand to hand,
leaving a round golden yoke to stand
alone. Jello never cooperates.

Spoons cannot capture this dessert that quakes
like a giggling blob. Not worth it to contemplate
how best to digest this mess of bland
dessert that dances

You eat your jello, my ice cream awaits.
Whether lemon, lime, cherry or grape
does not matter to me, nor does the brand.
I will not eat jello in a bowl or pan,
waiting for wriggles and jiggles to abate
in dessert that dances.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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