Let’s save the word “noon” from its underemployment.
We already have the words “midday” and “midnight”
doing a fine job.
“Noon” is too much fun for such simple work.
It could be an exotic fruit:
I sliced up a fresh noon on the beach.
It could be a mystical nut:
You must harvest 20 noons to craft this potion.
It could be a fictional metropolis:
The great walls of Noon have never been breached.
It could be a great insult:
Sit down and shut up, ya noon.
“Noon” is a frontman doing backup vocals,
a starter stuck on the bench,
shackled and defined by time.
I just looked it up:
from the Middle English nōn,
and the Latin nona,
meaning the ninth hour from sunrise.
Ok, surely we can do better now.
Ma(’)s Espacio 