December 22nd, 2009

writing, pen

You have Grown

So easy to intimidate, so simple to control.
What will you do
When one of them grows greater?


Words spoken by both Gandalf and Saruman of what Frodo had become - a look at the Scouring of the Shire and the 'show down' that was not what Sharkey expected.

You have Grown
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Falling Asleep Again - for the Homecoming

The Shire has flowered after the war.
Like waking from a dream...
Coming back to what is familiar


The shock of peacetime after the shock of war, how can the pieces of the old life be picked up again?

Falling Asleep Again
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illumination

Towers & Círdan

Resin beads on sun-warmed wood, glints of golden and amber

Two for the journey to the Grey Havens / Mithlond and the one waiting there. The first is a brief trio of stanzas for the three ancient Elven towers that stood above it, the other an overview of the guardian and craftsman of the swanboats, Cirdan, by the sea.

Towers
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Círdan
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writing, pen

Back Home - an Ending

He said I was meant to be whole,
And that wholeness surrounds me;
I must find a way to soak it into my heart.


And finally - "I'm back"....

This brings the 'story' to its ending for my poetry listings that follow the events of the books in order, but there are a handful more to follow, some observations, thoughts and bits from the appendices.

Back Home
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bilbo

Ballad of Bag End

Many pantries stocked with pastries, the envy of the town.
In this comfort dwelt a hobbit, crazy Baggins of reknown.


A light, rhyming ballad for the history of Bag End from Bilbo to Frodo to the Sackville-Baggins and finally Sam.

Ballad of Bag End
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booktower

Brandy Hall

We are never alone or neglected here,
There's always a hearth and a hearty meal.
The gentle sound of the river ways;
A background murmur to our days


A toast to Meriadoc the Magnificent, Master of the Hall. This is one of my own favorites, another that I would set to song if I had the talent. I would love to live in Brandy Hall, myself, if I could.

Brandy Hall
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bilbo

The Way Home & Grey

There's a ship going forth from the Havens,
And upon her that one light shone


For the Bay of the Blessed and the ships finally turning their faces towards Home.
This has been nominated in the MEFA awards for 2009.

With it I'm placing a short verse for Gandalf's role and his guidance even towards the Havens.

The Way Home
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A Rose for the Master & I Have Held - two for Sam

My time with you seems now an
Unreachable glory of the past,
A work of minstrels and mages.


Two more for Sam, left behind to make his life with his family and not without memories of his own.

A Rose for the Master
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I Have Held
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illumination

Ithilien Sunset - for Eowyn and Faramir

A ruined garden once, but we shall tend it, you and I
And make our home beneath its fragrant boughs.


This is the third in a set for Eowyn and Faramir, the others being Strange Comfort and Faramir in the Garden, moving forward to Ithilien - this is written with a "romantic" style of imagery and tone.

Ithilien Sunset
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Ending & Falling Leaves - the deaths of Aragorn and Arwen

Farewell dear Love, it's bittersweet...
One last look at the barren, cold grass,
The white-starred elanor long departed

Two more from the Appendices, as an aged Aragorn chooses the ending of his days and says farewell to his Queen, who then seeks an ending of her own, in her own way. The first is written in couplets, the second in a free prose that gives an overview of their lives together.

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Falling Leaves
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writing, pen

Lockbearer & Galadriel's Message - for Gimli

Then in contentment, my searching done;
My final tale told in full, my wandering at an end,
I could recline this aged head to
Rest. In peace I could at last lay down,
And breathe out my last breath
With my Lady's name upon my lips.


Again from the Appendices as we draw the adventure to a close: an aged Gimli sets sail with Legolas, Galadriel's lock still set within its crystal. I'm tagging this with 'romance' only in the sense that it is a matter of the heart. With it I am including Galadriel's Message, which takes her message to him and uses each word to guide a full poem.

Lockbearer
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booktower

The Burly Axegrinder

The hunters three, persistently
(Consistent in their tracking feat)
A leaf of Lorien they found,
All pounded down in loam and peat.


An attempt at the patterning of Tolkien's "Errantry" which turned out to be quite a difficult task and increased even more my respect for his grasp of language. The pattern has been turned in this case to the story of the Three Hunters in their run and their encounter with the Rohirrim, emphasis on Gimli.

The Burly Axegrinder
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The Havens

Weep
For those seeking the Havens,
For the land will be barren of much that was fair.


Another 'musical' one, this time for the Grey Havens and if I were a writer of music I would perhaps place it to an Irish tune with a lilt for the sea.

The Havens
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illumination

Seaward & Waves - two for Celebrian

Your heart was ever seaward, beloved

One for the loss that Elrond faced when his Celebrian, wounded and sorrowed, turned away from him to find her healing over the sea, followed by a shaped 'concrete' poem from Celebrian's view of her longing to escape, more properly formatted the wave-shaped stanzas are smoother.

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Waves
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writing, pen

Starlit Scars

They may turn their eyes upon you,
And blaze down upon your
Unprotected
heart.


I don't quite know how to describe what this means - the emotive image was an overlap between Sam's star he sought in the skies of Mordor, and the aversion such purity of light that came to Smeagol over the years, along with the pure starlight of the phial that shone to protect them from darkness. Weave it together and starlight both purifies and wounds:

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booktower

The Lady Eowyn... of Shallot

Caged by men, to foe unfearing
The bars give way with courage nearing
In lines of steel her fair face tearing
Sharp, bright-edged Eowyn


An adaptation of Tennyson's Lady of Shallot for Eowyn's story, the idea was started by someone else but caught my fancy so I ran with it. I remember spending the better part of a long Thanksgiving weekend trip with a notebook in hand struggling to work this through - and yes, it's just as long. For what it's worth, I've had a couple people tell me they preferred it to the original, which was a fine compliment indeed.

The Lady Eowyn
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