{"id":107548,"date":"2020-02-03T01:19:33","date_gmt":"2020-02-03T06:19:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=107548"},"modified":"2020-02-03T01:34:09","modified_gmt":"2020-02-03T06:34:09","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-77","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2020\/02\/03\/107548-the-great-hall-of-poets-77\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/BoromirReadingYeats_Rev-e1454044695840.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-78710 no-lazyload\" width=\"260\" height=\"244\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"intro\">Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our&nbsp;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to&nbsp;<a href=\"mailto:\/\/poetry@theonering.net\">poetry@theonering.net<\/a>&nbsp;&nbsp;One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong> Lady Forest<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>by: Tom Frye<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Kissed by the sun, embraced by the morning,<br>The Forest sheds her cloak of Night.<br>She slips into a gown of mist,<br>She wove herself, by Morning light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">In Amber rays, the Forest dances,<br>In hidden glens within the hills.<br>Barefoot, she glides through open meadows,<br>Tip-toes her way past silver rills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Her gown of mist trails behind her,<br>Fluttering in the morning wind,<br>Adorned with gems and sparkling jewels.<br>The rising sun did surely send.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">\u00a9 Copyright 2000 by Tom Frye <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong>Diminished <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>by David McGlinchey<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Dimmer now the light of day<br>\nLess bright the stars at night<br>\nSparser grow the woods and plant&#8217;s<br>\nFor the Elves have gone away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Less beauty now to look upon<br>\nMore haste to get things done.<br>\nNo care to share for others around.<br>\nFor the Ents now too have gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">No words of power for moonlight door.<br> No Blue, Grey, Brown or White<br> No reasoned words to guide us on<br> When Istari remove their light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong>A Hobbits Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>by: Sarah W.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Far o\u2019er the Misty Mountains cold<br>\nWhere Smaug sleeps upon a lair of gold<br>\nA burglar hides with the One Ring<br>\nNothing to aid him, but trusty Sting<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Soon the dragon wakes and leaves his den<br>\nHeads for Lake Town, anger aimed for men<br>\nBard the bowman shoots, Smaug falls dead<br>\nBut Thorin still yearns for a crown on his head<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">They wish for a share of wealth, men and elves alike<br> Long they tarry, ere they strike<br> Soon come goblins and orcs from caves below<br> From below the mountains, their hearts hollow<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Battle cries ring sharply in the air<br>\nMere minutes pass, ere Dain and his dwarves are there<br>\nBurglar slips away from what he sees<br>\nWishing to be home, by the fire, sipping tea<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">All ends, but not in fire, and victory crawls near<br> With parting farewells, Bilbo heads back to his hole so dear<br> The war is over the journey is done<br> For now evil is gone, there is nothing to fear<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. 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