Origin Myth: Wavesound - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Accessing only via excess
lovers only of the nicest rockmelons,
realise their joy must be shared,
for there are more of those lovers
than there are rockmelons to go around;
lovers made all the more ardent
in the wait for the seasonal fruit
and in the in-season scarcity
Lovers die to the niceness of melons
whose waves of cry after cry after cry...
beat the shore of the sky.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Sidetracked while reading Baudelaire's 'Lesbos'.
'rockmelon', French for 'canteloupe'.
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