Words beneath a dappled sky

Slaying
And guarding in the same blow.

Meanwhile, things were not going well over in Minas Tirith - one verse for the horrifying items catapulted in, one for my favorite brave Gondorian soldier who was dealing with his Lord's insanity. Beregond is interesting in that it is written as a layered piece, two poems in one.

Heads
( these missiles that do not burn )
-
Beregond
( He burns - )
-

Yet for all your wisdom, you did not see
That a wound cannot be filled with shadows

A pair for Denethor, who obviously was once a better leader than the unstable wreckage he was becoming by the time the narrative reaches him. The first addresses his pride and claim on the leadership, the other his clinging to it by choosing to use a poisoned tool as a source of 'wisdom'.

Heritage
( Lost beneath the banners and proud lineage )
-
Canker
( Leader of ashes, Steward of secrets )
-

Shakespearian sonnets adapted for Denethor and his sons:

( Denethor: To Thyself they are Death-loyal )
( Boromir and the Ring: Shadows of Victory )
( Faramir: How could I hold Thee to Cause Thy Failing? )

I am contemplating the veritable mountain of poetry I have, trying to decide how best to present the portions worth presenting. Haiku is a bit like potato chips, really, tiny bites that can either be savored or crunched down quickly according to mood.

( A pile of Tolkien-themed haiku )