Overheard On A Salmarsh Poem by Harold Monro

Overheard On A Salmarsh

Rating: 2.8


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 want them.
No.

I will howl in the deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give thme me. Give them.
No.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jack Douglas 03 June 2018

Overheard on a Saltmarsh?

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Patricia Morris 14 November 2017

Please - It's SALTMARSH not Salmarsh by Harold Monro

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Laurie Mctaggart 18 May 2012

The most perfect little conversation I've ever heard. A favourite of mine since first reading it in the anthology 'This Way Delight'.

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