April is National Poetry Month, so I’m back in the middle of the Poem-A-Day challenge. Six days in and even though it’s been a very rough week with real life getting in the way, I’ve managed to keep up. So, I thought I’d share one of the six with you. Enjoy!
I like seafood, but
I rarely order the fish.
I don’t mind the light, white sort,
like flounder, haddock, or cod,
but too many fish taste
too fishy to me.
And then there are the bones,
a major contention to me.
Find one bone has made its way
into my mouth
and you might as well take the plate away
and toss it in the trash bin.
The meal is ruined
as I desperately mash each bite
into mush before I dare to swallow,
such is my paranoia over the possibility
of one of those sharp slivers
lodging in my throat or ripping up my insides.
So, no, I’ll pass on the fish,
but you go right ahead.
I think I’ll go with the steak;
make mine medium rare, please.
~Elise Skidmore ©2018