The domed green cathedral
shines, flanked by homemade
cakes and fried chicken,
its shell impenetrable as faith.
I eye the huge fruit with awe,
the marks of connection with earth,
with nurturing water and air,
wondering what outward signs
show the ripeness inside.
They say knock and all
will be revealed. I hear
the sound of the knife
piercing the outer shell,
the crack of the green veil
releasing the ruby scent,
mouthwatering. Plates are passed;
all partake, share the mysteries.
Some spit the seeds on the soil,
others swallow them whole.
I stare at the tiny miracle,
a future fruit inside a fragile husk,
a door without a key.
~~~
Inspired by dVerse, GoDogGoCafe, and a trip to the grocery store on Memorial weekend.
....Bilocalalia.... 
Really nice. I like the comparison to the domed cathedral and also the last line, “a door without a key.”
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Thank you!
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A great write. I love that sentence at the end: I stare at the tiny miracle / a future fruit inside a fragile husk / a door without a key. 🙂
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Summertime and church picnics … the stuff of my childhood! Love this watermelon poem.
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This is amazing!
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I love the way you set the scene in the opening lines, with the ‘domed green cathedral’ at the centre of the picnic, and then focused on the metaphor, Denise, the steadfastness of faith, and the ‘connection with earth, with nurturing water and air’. The cutting of the watermelon appeals to all the senses, and I these lines make the ending special:
‘I stare at the tiny miracle,
a future fruit inside a fragile husk,
a door without a key.’
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Thank you!
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Love it ❤ especially that last line
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I like the ritual feel of watermelon sharing you’ve created here. And the idea of the fruit as a lock without a key – forbidden perhaps!
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