Strong, sturdy and romantically inclined, this table tugged at my heart-strings on first sight. Made from green oak and carved with lines from my favourite poem, The Eve of St Agnes’ by Keats and made by Marnie Moyle, it is one of my most prized possessions.
Standing out in all weathers, twisting and shrinking with time it ages naturally and with great grace. It’s perfectly carved edges are hand hewn with lines from one of the stanzas of the poem which focuses on the superstition that by the performance of certain rites on St Agnes’ Eve (January 20th) a girl might obtain a vision of her future husband. The poem is a series of pictures “glowing and gorgeous” as Leigh Hunt said “with the colours of romance.”
And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,
In blanched linen, smooth and lavender’d
While he from forth the closet brought a heap
Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd;
With jellies soother than the creamy curd,
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;
Manna and dates, in argosy transferr’d
From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one’
From silken Samaracan to cedar’d Lebanon.
Can you see now how easy it was for me to fall in love?