The Eleventh Plague [Repost]

cupcake wine

O Elijah…
Your chair is bare.
No call, no text;
I wash hands next.
Time for a prayer.

O Elijah…
The herbs are bitter,
But the wine is sweet;
I try not to look
At your empty seat.

O my…
I have lost count
Of cups of wine—
Is this the third?
From Elijah, no word.

O matzo…
Why are you so dry?
Can I dunk you in wine?
Much better, no butter;
Oops, need new glass.

Alas, Elijah…
Seems I have drunk your wine;
Blackberry, mmm, so fine.
Don’t be sad, my friend:
Next year, in Jerusalem!

Ugh, migraine…
It’s your fault, Elijah.
Turn off the light.
Is this a new plague?
Mine go up to eleven.


Poetry form: free verse.
Image is mine.

Happy Passover!

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18 responses to “The Eleventh Plague [Repost]

  1. Elijah was a no show a my house also.

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  2. Happy Passover Paula.

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  3. Happy Passover!

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  4. I like your poem. 😆 Happy Passover!
    Tangentially, Reese’s eggs are harder to find, and soon they’ll be gone ☹ Do we have to wait until September for pumpkins?😥

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  5. Happy Passover Paula. Love this whimsical poem. ❤️

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  6. Happy Pesach! ✡️

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