{"id":99182,"date":"2015-08-29T08:57:23","date_gmt":"2015-08-29T13:57:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?p=99182"},"modified":"2015-08-29T08:57:23","modified_gmt":"2015-08-29T13:57:23","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/2015\/08\/29\/99182-the-great-hall-of-poets-25\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ArwenReading_revised\"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\u00a0Great Hall of Poets<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So come and join us by the hearth and enjoy!<\/p>\n

If you have a Tolkien\/Middle-earth inspired poem you\u2019d like to share, then send it to\u00a0poetry@theonering.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>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

Entish Dreams (A Hasty Poem)<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Braag, Son of Balin<\/em><\/p>\n

Looming loamish languid forms
\nDeep sleep I, amid the storms
\nStorms of ken and storms of cloud
\nThat batter bark encrusted shrouds<\/p>\n

The draughts I\u2019ve drunk, the rays lived under
\nThe stones my seed has riven asunder
\nHave crafted core, branch, twig and leaf
\nAnd muddled mind absorbed in grief<\/p>\n

Much is lost to forest floor
\nDecaying carpet of ageless lore
\nThe crush of memories pressing down
\nSmothering desire of sight or sound<\/p>\n

Yet walked I once from sea to sea
\nShaded by endless canopy
\nGlinted by scintillating stars
\nSlanting home in shimmering bars<\/p>\n

Effortlessly I mastered earth
\nAnd witnessed lesser beings birthed
\nWide my branches gathered in
\nThe pulse of life and choral din<\/p>\n

But rapture sought is sorrow found
\nThe Ent-Wives ache cut wounds profound
\nAs axes scoring trunk and root
\nPain unsuccored by Entish moot<\/p>\n

With witless whim, my self withdrew
\nLike cruelest winters palest hue
\nEndured but n\u2019er again embraced
\nConsciousness bereft of time or space<\/p>\n

Unburdened by this treasonous soul
\nWith waiting my most mortal goal
\nWorried not, as just a tree
\nUntil at last eternity<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n

Middle-earth<\/strong><\/h4>\n

By Lydwina Marie<\/em><\/p>\n

Fairest world ever seen,
\nwashed by springs of water clean,
\nFlowing with fountains of mirth,
\nthe world: fair Middle-earth.<\/p>\n

Trees and grass and hills full fair,
\nElves, with shining golden hair.
\nMen in their tall mighty halls
\nand Eagles, with piercing calls.<\/p>\n

Dwarves a-delving in the deep,
\nheights and hills that rearing leap
\nsunny peaks from end to end;
\nTheir tops the fluffy clouds mend.<\/p>\n

Hobbits in their sandy holes,
\nliving somewhat like the moles;
\nFood, pantries, and other things,
\ncaring not for rich bright rings.<\/p>\n

But Middle-earth remains fair,
\nfairer than the brightest star;
\nUnworn by great thought and care,
\nand sorrows flee upon the air.<\/p>\n

The Elves sing and dance by streams,
\ntheir sleep is blest with fair dreams
\nOf Valinor, the Elven Home,
\nand crashing waves with silv’ry foam.<\/p>\n

The Men dream of fame and pow’r,
\nnot of grass and golden flow’r.
\nHelpless in their misery,
\nin their silver livery.<\/p>\n

The Eagles of the heights see far,
\nand nothing can their eyesight mar.
\nFree: the creatures of the air,
\nuntouched by thought, word, and care.<\/p>\n

The Dwarves’ dreams are of rocks and jewels,
\nuncovering great sights and pools.
\nThinking thoughts of golden lore,
\nnever dancing on the moor.<\/p>\n

The happy Hobbits have no cares
\nof evil cruelty and lairs;
\nThey live a life of perfect ease,
\nrevelling in the grass and trees.<\/p>\n

The Dunedain, the dour Men
\nscour the Shire and many a den.
\nSilent and watchful in the dark of night,
\nthey’re seldom seen but at twilight.<\/p>\n

The stars in the bright-studded sky
\nlook down on all the world’s sights.
\nThe whole earth from end to end they see
\nfrom stream to rushing Sea.<\/p>\n

The great Sea rushes and foams,
\nand the golden sand it combs.
\nWith gentle, peaceful waves dark blue,
\nwhile tiny shells the tide saves.<\/p>\n

People of the mighty Sea
\nin their seawashed weather lee;
\nLiving in that tall stone tower,
\nruling Dol Amroth with power.<\/p>\n

The secret Elves live in high lees
\nrevelling in the shade of trees.
\nLeaving, not seen by many
\npassing o’er the untouched fen.<\/p>\n

~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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