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:
This is a terrific and unexpected choice!
Wonderful poem that fits this prompt so well.
Rose
xo
Nice choice for this week Pepek :)
Thank you for sharing this one! Never read it and what fun to read aloud.
WOW.
Stolen from the moon.
Too cool.
What an effective and captivating example. Thank you for the share!
I really enjoyed that - nice rhymes, lovely images. Not a poet I'd ever heard of before.
How unusual, I like it very much.
I like this, is it an exerpt from a longer piece?
I had not read this before. Thanks for sharing it. It fits!
Glad I landed here finally!
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