Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Watermelon
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Susan Deborah King divides her time between Minneapolis and Great Cranberry Island. In this week’s moving poem she remembers a visit with an elderly Maine friend.
Watermelon by Susan Deborah King
There being not much of later to enjoy it in, he suggested to me, down-island neighbor, we cut it open right now, the “personal-sized” melon I brought, since he told me I might as well take back home the rhubarb pie I made for him in the hospital because he preferred his fruit plain. He could be plain in his speaking too! Was it just the emotion of the moment or was this the sweetest, juiciest, most rubiate fruit a tooth ever sank into, bright in the mouth as the July day outside his shut in, TV-in-the-background house, next to which sat his big red truck with his late wife’s name, same as his boat’s, emblazoned on the hood? Next to that rose a yellow, cross-hatched squared off mountain of idle, due to his illness, traps. He was a strapping, loose-jointed man, a hunter, a kidder, skipper of any room he sauntered through. When I got up to leave, he couldn’t rise, oxygen tubes pinched into his nostrils. He took my hand – a surprise – looked into my eyes and couldn’t find the bottom.In memory of Lyn Colby
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2010 by Susan Deborah King. Reprinted from Bog Orchids, The Island Institute, 2010, by permission of Susan Deborah King. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at firstname.lastname@example.org or 207-228-8263.