A fish-poem assignment run amok

Bing image

A wee silverfish

hides in a china cup

in the cupboard's dark.

 

Thirsty in springtime,
I reach, finger a delicate piece

for morning's coffee.

 

Oh, blech! I exclaim

and drown the interloper

under the tap,

 

wash and dry the frilly cup,

fill it with black liquid.

Later, at Goodwill,

 

I spy a sparkly circle--

stones the shape of silverfish--

amethysts and opals,

 

emeralds and rubies

encased like stained glass

in metal. No errant

 

piece to escape

and nest in my china cup

like a silverfish.