Thursday, May 24, 2007

PT: A Conversation Overheard


OVERHEARD ON A SALT MARSH


Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.

No.

Give them me. Give them me.

No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds. Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver string.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads. I desire them.

No.

I will howl in a deep lagoon for your green glass beads. I love them so. Give them me. Give them me.

No.


--Harold Monro

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10 comments:

paris parfait said...

This is a terrific and unexpected choice!

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

Wonderful poem that fits this prompt so well.

Rose

xo

Tammy said...

Nice choice for this week Pepek :)

ren.kat said...

Thank you for sharing this one! Never read it and what fun to read aloud.

wendy said...

WOW.

Stolen from the moon.

Too cool.

twilightspider said...

What an effective and captivating example. Thank you for the share!

Catherine said...

I really enjoyed that - nice rhymes, lovely images. Not a poet I'd ever heard of before.

Pam said...

How unusual, I like it very much.

Nancy said...

I like this, is it an exerpt from a longer piece?

gautami tripathy said...

I had not read this before. Thanks for sharing it. It fits!

Glad I landed here finally!