by Judith Meyerzowit
Gefilte fish swimming in a green jello mold
Far from the heights of aspic
Into the lower depths to
Where electric eels roam
St. Patrick at the Passover table
Worshipping at the altar of savory/sweet
While the jello, sucking up to the guest, jiggled a jig
Knocking itself off the plate and into a nearby fish tank
Yikes! The Gefilte dropped to the bottom like a rock
Too stuffed to rise, it languished for centuries
until Ichthyologists announced the new find
A beige oblong species covered with green slime
Judith has taken several writing and poetry study groups since joining and is a member of an ongoing poetry group. She thanks Voices and all those coordinators for their encouragement and support.