You’re the one
Who must be strong,
Your heart must beat and strive for two;
In the depths of deepest need
Death cannot reach
The Shire’s life yet green in you.

One more for Sam at Sammath Naur - because darn it, he's that amazing. This is written in a pattern with a refrain, and if I were a musical person would be one of a handful I would probably ( Read more... )

I pity you, that your hopes yet live;
I am sorry that I must see
Them die.

Of the two lives left on that mountain, only one of them was ready to live - and really, he was the only reason for the other to even bother with drawing another breath.

Not Remembering
( It is better this way, Sam; the not remembering )

Even as he sought to hold it,
His fate was surely sealed.
He reached for his life, but only Death took his hand,
In a grip that he had not the strength to break.Gollum makes his final move and is cursed by the very thing he desires ( Read more... )

I'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.

Nearly to the goal but exhausted and overcome, Frodo's helplessness in the grip of darkness and Sam's faithfulness to see them both through to the end.

Carrying
( For your sake I will spend my last breath )

A
star
single
piercing
through
sharpened
thorns; one
bright eye to
answer. a spark
of life in a deadly
land where living is
suffering and merciless.Into Mordor proper we go - in this case, to the thorns and the dessication. The first poem is a 'concrete' or shaped poem with each stanza forming a thorn. The second is a (somewhat rambling) ( Read more... )

Silent and bright, the stars watch over
My suffering.

I bring the set for The Two Towers to a close with Sam's point of view as he watches the stars, and then seeks after Frodo in the tower. The first is an echoing pattern that I found very effective for the topic, the second is written with a simple song's rhythm - could use some editing, ( Read more... )

A tower with two faces

This is a poetic examination of the history of Minas Ithil / Minas Morgul, the formerly graceful Tower of the Moon that fell into darker hands and became what it was when we encounter it in the narrative.

Minas Ithil
( radiant daughter of the Moon )

Pale as sweet milk, yet rotted inside;
Luminous as the rising moonlight,
As the drying gleam of eyes newly dead.This is a very dark piece, for me - the poisoned flowers of the Morgul Vale and the way they had been twisted from their natural purpose yet still bloomed. The underlying thought in this verse is that of children who are abused and kept ( Read more... )

A/N: The drabbling continues! These are a few of the lighter ones I've come across in my digging through my archives. Some of these I really *can't* explain - I'm not even sure there could be a rational explanation for them, they're just cracky.

( Gollums )

A/N: A small collection of Thanksgiving-themed drabbles for Middle-earth.

( Sam and Rosie )