Words beneath a dappled sky

Amid the green and golden,
Light settling in your hair.

Thoughts on Galadriel, whose own hand was involved in the weaving of the Lorien cloaks.

Green and Golden
( When in the green and golden )
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Do not grieve that you yet have life

Galadriel's words to Gimli, who mourned for the loss of the glory his kind once knew - an amazing kindness between them, a comfort and a clear message of wisdom from one who knew intimately of the ravages Time could bring and the passing of seasons. With it I'm including Crystal Imperishable for the gift she bestowed on him and the faithful admiration he gave in return.

Grieve Not
( Fair were their days, and though darkness claims them now, It shall not claim you )
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Crystal Imperishable
( For this I will release my words spoke ill against your kind )
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Where has the silver maiden gone?

I was taken with Legolas' sad tale of Nimrodel and the stream named for her, one of Tolkien's many 'tales within a tale' that give his storytelling such depth. This is a 'shaped'/concrete poem on a simple scale.

With it is a poem experimenting with a ABba stanza, honoring Haldir and the others who spent so much of their time guarding their pocket of peace from the wars that surrounded them - this one could use some editing, I think, but has some decent turns of phrase.

Sorrowing Nimrodel
( Falling in silver whispers. A mourning )
Watching over Lorien
( Anathema that blood is shed Beneath gold canopy so sweet )
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A sweet little verse form

The rondelet is French in origin, a short poem of a single septet (that is, 7 lines long), with only two rhymes, and one refrain, which is repeated. The result is, I think, very like flower petals working their way around a flower, small and soft but with a grace and closure I find lacking in some other short forms, such as haiku.

( Outside the gate )
( Leaves in the wood )
( Longbottom Leaf )
( Valiant maid )
( In Pippin's eyes )
( A silver spoon )
( Beyond the sea )
( There is no time )
( Promised, Master )
( Greenest fields )
( For September 22nd )

A small stack for Middle-earth

A/N: I seem to have left a scattering of drabbles wherever I've gone, like bread-crumbs on a trail through the forest. Here are a few with 'serious' intent rather than parody.

( The Calling Forth of the Dead )
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( The River )
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( Her Ring )
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( Lockholes )
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( Sweet Mithlond )
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( Gollum in the Lake )
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( Flame of the West )
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( Merry )
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( Under the Earth )
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