Overheard on a saltmarsh (filmpoem)

I made a filmpoem based on a poem I've loved since I was eight years old. I still have The Puffin Book of Magic Verse that my parents bought me, the date inside is the day before Halloween 1986! I originally borrowed the book from my school library, loved it, then asked my Mam to buy it for me. She had to order it from W.H. Smith's in Llanelli, and I remember being so excited to go and fetch it.

So here is a weird little film to illustrate "Overheard on a saltmarsh" by Harold Monro.


Overheard on a saltmarsh (flmpoem) from Andy Murphy-Williams on Vimeo.

Same meme

As I'm having such a fucking horrible day, I thought I'd post another favourite poem (in a vain attempt to cheer myself up).

Harold Monro - 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 desire them.
No.

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