Overheard on a salt marsh
Harold Monro
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 ring.
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.
Pia Ghosh-Roy 
I am more than happy to listen to poetry like that, love the pics to go with it as well! You do what you have to do, enjoy being lethargic while you can! Emma 🙂
WOW. MORE PLEASE
Well, finally I have some company. so poetry it is then!
Love the green glass beads around your daughters neck! give them me!! 😀 lol… sorry to sound psychotic but i utterly love this poem 🙂 pls keep sharing poetry, pictures and random thoughts. and oh, maybe the poetry will soon inspire some cookery 😉
swati, don't you just? this poem sticks a smile on my face, every time. and there's more where that came from 🙂
I loved that, and the perfect photos the went with the poem.
Made my heart smile.
Ah Anna, I made your heart smile! That's got to be the nicest things I've done all week 🙂