Drabble Poems by Lferion
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Summary:
Poems that are drabbles, drabbles that are poems.
Major Characters: Elrond, Elros, Elwing, Eärendil
Major Relationships:
Artwork Type: No artwork type listed
Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet, Poetry
Challenges: Naturalist's Guide to Middle-earth, New Year's Resolution, Postcards from Middle-earth, Soundtrack, True Leader
Rating: General
Warnings:
This fanwork belongs to the series
Chapters: 5 Word Count: 502 Posted on 5 February 2021 Updated on 2 March 2021 This fanwork is complete.
Circles, Spirals, Cycles: Only the Beginning
Where do you even begin?
Day 1 Challenge: Soundtrack (March) "Only the Beginning of the Adventure" by Harry Gregson-Williams (from The Chronicles of Narnia)
On Spotify: here
On YouTube: here
Also written for the Tolkien Short Fanworks January challenge 'New Year' and Form: perfect drabble. Posted here
On AO3
- Read Circles, Spirals, Cycles: Only the Beginning
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The year turns: is turning always:
Circles have no end and no beginning
So mark a start; pick a point
To say the year beginsThe world turns: always turning, now
Globe spindled on an axis, spinning time
Ennor and Aman were once conjoined,
Sundered now the plane and sphereCycles turn, stars, suns, stones
That sail the upper airs, spiralling
Above the world of Men, the place of Elves and Ainur
In ceaseless danceThe heavens turn, we still beneath
Concentric and eccentric, spin, and counter-spin,
Defining space-time, point and line
What is a year? When does it start?
Seven Waxwings
Written for the Silmarillion Writer's Guild January 2021 Resolutions challenge:
Day 10: Bonus prompts are images for instadrabbling from the Naturalist's Guide to Middle-earth challenge, Sept 2020. Image 1, Waxwings
With many thanks to the SWG Discord denizens for enthusiasm and encouragement.
On AO3 here
- Read Seven Waxwings
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Seven waxwings in a row
Dressed in red, oh see them go
Father's pride and mother's woe
All but one doth Mandos knowEldest, youngest fire haired
Like their father fire dared
Oath sworn they, all hope despaired
In that fire were not sparedClever, cruel and angry three
Pale and dark for all to see
In caverns bright they heard no plea
From their Doom they could not fleeDark and doleful now but one
Wanders shores and light doth shun
Sings of good and evil done
E're Moon rose, beneath the Sun
And thus the tale doth run
Grey and White Wings
Written for the Silmarillion Writer's Guild January 2021 Resolutions challenge:
Day 10: Bonus prompts are images for instadrabbling from the Naturalist's Guide to Middle-earth challenge, Sept 2020. Image 8, Gull
Day 12: The 12th is a bonus for our Soundtrack challenge from March:
"Tree of Life Suite: Oceano" by Robert Cacciapaglia, performed by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Spotify
YouTube
With many thanks to the SWG Discord denizens for enthusiasm and encouragement.
On AO3 here
- Read Grey and White Wings
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Over the Falas the gulls fly high
Grey and white wings and a piercing cryWestward the ships sail over the lee
Succor and mercy and might they plea
From the Black Terror be free
& Never return from the seaOver Forlindon the gulls fly low
Grey and white wings right swiftly will goOne son of the star ruled the Isle of Gift
The other yet dwells where water falls swift
Far from where foam on waves drift
And ever the singing sands shiftEver from Mithlond the gulls fly far
Grey and white wings reach for the star
Ghosts of Stone
Written for the Silmarillion Writer's Guild January 2021 Resolutions challenge:
Day 10: Bonus prompts are images for instadrabbling from the Naturalist's Guide to Middle-earth challenge, Sept 2020. Image 11, The Old Quay
Day 29: January 29th's bonus prompt comes from the True Leader challenge:
“Service is the rent that you pay for room on this earth.” ~ Shirley Chisholm
With many thanks to the SWG Discord denizens for enthusiasm and encouragement.
On AO3
- Read Ghosts of Stone
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Old the ghosts of built things stand,
Quays and cities, towers grand
Where rivers flowed o'er wind swept land
Now lost and gone, sunk 'neath the sand.Once they served to watch and ward
To shelter lives from flame and sword
Let lovers dance upon the sward
Now lost and gone, unseen, unmooredUnder heaven's dome they stood
Stone and iron, glass and wood
Singing, laughing as they could
Now lost and gone, both fell and goodStone laments the grass grown room
Silent streets in twilight gloom
Once a refuge, defying doom
Now lost and gone: an empty tomb
Into the West
Written for the Silmarillion Writer's Guild January 2021 Resolutions challenge:
Day 16, 21, 26, 31: Bonus Postcards for the November-December Postcards from Middle Earth.
My postcard from the challenge proper.
A drabble-poem incorporating all the postcard texts for the SWG New Year's Resolution bonus prompts, except the first (which got its very own drabble-set) and including the text from the postcard I got for the challenge proper.
With many thanks to the SWG Discord denizens for enthusiasm and encouragement.
On AO3
- Read Into the West
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Not even a whisper, as the light subsides
Moon reflected on the sea - a path
Even our paddles in the water, our coracles
Cannot that way unmake: the sky receives us
Like snowflakes falling up: crystal cold and joyous,
Is this the Straight Road? Way unthought,
The plan enacted for travel from travail?
Briefly the breeze stirs, ruffling the wave-road
And from afar, I see the air, the mountains reaching
Up and up and up, where air and aether mix,
Stars and sparks and fireflies alight on bright swift streams
And this, this is what it is, to be happy.
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