Fiesta Melons

In Benidorm there are melons,

Whole donkey-carts full

Of innumerable melons,

Ovals and balls,

Bright green and thumpable

Laced over with stripes

Of turtle-dark green.

Chooose an egg-shape, a world-shape,

Bowl one homeward to taste

In the whitehot noon :

Cream-smooth honeydews,

Pink-pulped whoppers,

Bump-rinded cantaloupes

With orange cores.

Each wedge wears a studding

Of blanched seeds or black seeds

To strew like confetti

Under the feet of

This market of melon-eating

Fiesta-goers.

- Sylvia Plath