They are called honeydews, and this seems a very good name to me. Cut into chunks like ice cubes, it gives way under the pressure of your teeth, collapsing in pale gold water. You can taste (and see in its quiet green color) an early morning in Summer, when the dew really is stained to honey by sunlight not yet impeded by scum over the sky. Miss Leah B.
How I like thee. Let me count the ways. Your many-coloured complexion, and very varied skin; some as smooth as apples, some that's very thin. There's honeydew that's white, there's water and that's green. I'm sure there must be others, but most I've never seen. I like that your insides are so different from your out. I like your shape and I like your taste, I like that you're so stout. And unlike your cousins, on the gourd side of the tree, you're juicy and sweet and so very neat—just the sort for me. But most, I think, of all, I like the way you sound: Melon. It's right, so truthful, so ripe, so cantaloupe sweet, it can't be beat.
They are called honeydews, and this seems a very good name to me. Cut into chunks like ice cubes, it gives way under the pressure of your teeth, collapsing in pale gold water. You can taste (and see in its quiet green color) an early morning in Summer, when the dew really is stained to honey by sunlight not yet impeded by scum over the sky. Miss Leah B.
ReplyDeleteMelon
ReplyDeleteEver so sweet
Luscious
Oval
Never can get enough of it
Mrs. Donna J.
Dear Melon,
ReplyDeleteHow I like thee. Let me count the ways. Your many-coloured complexion, and very varied skin; some as smooth as apples, some that's very thin. There's honeydew that's white, there's water and that's green. I'm sure there must be others, but most I've never seen. I like that your insides are so different from your out. I like your shape and I like your taste, I like that you're so stout. And unlike your cousins, on the gourd side of the tree, you're juicy and sweet and so very neat—just the sort for me. But most, I think, of all, I like the way you sound: Melon. It's right, so truthful, so ripe, so cantaloupe sweet, it can't be beat.
Cap'n J. Gwilym E