more poetry spam

[lotesse]

Overheard on a Saltmarsh
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 them me. Give them.
No.

-- Harold Monro

Comments

[amelia-petkova.livejournal.com]

Including goblins makes everything better.

(I just finished watching the first season of Supernatural and the first episode of the second season. There was lots of yelling at my TV, on par with something you'd hear from men during the Superbowl.)

[lotesse]

(good yelling? or otherwise?)

[amelia-petkova.livejournal.com]

Lots of swearing involved. I was calling out a bunch of stuff before as it was coming (ex. John's bargain in the hospital). But it was fun that I couldn't decide whether or not to laugh when I heard "Bad Moon Rising" at the end of the first season.