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.