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Mistletoe | Walter de la Mare

This was a poem we learned as children. Like a carol, it still holds a child-like sense of the magical, the unknown, the shadow of seduction. As small girls ~ who always yearned to be women ~ there was an aching sense of enchantment about it, what must it feel like to stay up late into the night, to be kissed by a stranger? 

For this still, we wanted to recreate the darkness and the witchery of this beautiful poem ~ the desolate loneliness, the romance and the innocence.

We used driftwood, mistletoe, hyacinth bulbs, lenten rose and clumps of fresh moss with antique rusted lanterns and chandelier, on a muddled tablescape of pewter and brass candlesticks, one last candle burning low.

viscum album | helleborus | hyacinthus | bryopsida

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Someone came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.