Ode to a Watermelon

Duncan MacDowall
1 min readApr 26, 2020
Photo by Scott Webb on Unsplash

Oh watermelon, you large berry, you queen of swollen roundness
I dream of you sometimes,
From seed: tendrils spreading, coiled lover’s embrace.
I watch you, grow
From tight, hungry, thirsting pip.
I sense you
How bold you are. A Tiger’s kill. A feast.
I lick my lips
As you honey-drip. Your nectar stream. Slow ruby river.
I see you.
Sharp blade. Bent back. Seed spreading.
And remember you
You gorgeous shamble.You messy stain.
Oh watermelon, you’ve left your mark
You wild, wide girl

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Duncan MacDowall

Sometime writer and satirist with an interest in current affairs, religion, sport, literature and a propensity towards penning political poems. London based.