Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Magpie 22: Irony for a Tomato Hater

If you were a fruit, you'd be a tomato. Not a store bought tomato, the ones that come from sterile greenhouses and facilities. No, not those impostors. They reek of florescent lighting
and chemicals. They have the consistency of Styrofoam and they taste like a lie. You are not a lie. You are fresh from the garden, your skin taut and split, unable to contain your sweet core. You smell of black dirt and sun. You are summer, all long days and evening symphonies of cicadas and crickets. And I can never get my fill of you, can never find enough ways to devour you.

10 comments:

A Troy Foster said...

I love it! All the sounds and smells of summer.....great stuff!

Helen said...

I think I have that stretched and wrinkled skin you refer too ... I loved your Magpie!!!

Jennifer Morrison said...

Oh, I love this. What a beautiful tribute: "You smell of black dirt and sun. You are summer, all long days and evening symphonies of cicadas and crickets."

signed...bkm said...

Love does have a certain smell- it reminds me of my husband, when I first met him I just wanted to smell him...amazing that sense of Love...bkm

Stafford Ray said...

I just wish you were talking about me! Reminded me of the pear eating scene in the film Tom Jones!

Tumblewords: said...

Ah, I love this!!

soundoffreedom said...

delightful magpie!

evalinn said...

Nicely done!

sheri said...

ooh, girl, this magpie is sensational...full of harmony and a fluid movement that was delightful to my senses! do you really hate tomatoes? if so, it's hard to believe with the way you wrote :)

Melinda Owens said...

Thanks, everyone! I really enjoyed this one. And Sheri, no I adore tomatoes but the person this was written for, despises them. I don't think the title really works. I suck at titles and line breaks. :)