Going to another poetry reading night tonight.

[ambitious_wench]

Well, I'm going out again tonight. It's another poetry reading night. Oddly, no, I won't be reading *my* poetry. I *KNOW* better. I'll be reading:

"Overheard on a Salt Marsh"
by 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.

Comments

[blither.livejournal.com]

So pretty. Thank you!

*jump!*

[ambitious-wench.livejournal.com]

Oh, hi!
Um sorry, you sorta startled me. Welcome to my Livejournal. Glad you like the poem--it's one of my favorites frome when I was a child. I first read it in this great poetry book called "Refelctions on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle".

How did you find me?

Edie

Re: *jump!*

[blither.livejournal.com]

Hi!

No, I'm sorry, that was rather rude of me to just comment like that.

I found you through the Vintage Sex LJ, your posts are always very interesting!

Sorry to startle!

Cheryl

[shadow-5tails.livejournal.com]

I always loved that one...

Hope you enjoyed your poetry night.