I loved doing this pretty shoot with the lovely Taylor on the boardwalk through the marsh leading to the beach. As I was editing it, a poem from my childhood kept coming into my head .....
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 (1879 – 1932)
You can almost see the goblin hiding in the reeds ....
vintage mint tea dress from etsy
floral crowns from etsy
vintage typewriter from ebay
flowers by me
with thanks to beautiful model Taylor
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