Wild
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The wild chase
Wind in my hair
The horse between my legs
The dogs barking
This is my life
My embroidery
Lies forgotten in the parlour
Where my mother tried to teach me
How to be a lady.
I can see the despair in their eyes
I should have been born a son.
My cousin races before me
Whispering encouragement
To his horse in a way I cannot
He always win.
I throw my head back and laugh
Not giggle
He always cheats.
The stag appears in front of us
The dogs barks as they circle it
I reach for my bow and arrows
Releasing them
The stag falls
The hunt is over.
I am alive.
(1) Comment by Adonnen Estenniel for Wild
The abrupt style of this poem worked well with the tone and mood, I thought; the rhythm was harsh, much like hoofbeats--a wonderful technique. I had not thought of Aredhel in this light before, and though I can't say I enjoy it entirely, I think you've done this unique portrayal some justice.
Re: (1) Comment by Adonnen Estenniel for Wild
Thank you very much :) The abrupt style seemed to suit her personality, the somewhat wild and reckless oung woman rather than the proper lady that, in this piece, her parents wanted her to be. She always came across as rather rebellious to me, and looking at the Silmarillion we can see where that led her! :)