Post by Admin on Apr 2, 2023 19:40:03 GMT
Author: Anne Wolfe
Challenge: Picture Challenge 7 (Specifically the mountain photo)
Summary: A narrative poem from the perspective of Indis, set shortly after the first sunrise.
Rating: G
Characters: Indis, Findis (mentioned), Finarfin (mentioned)
Warnings: None
In days of old, in days of light,
I was the favored daughter
Of Malinalda, sweet and tall,
Above the golden water.
The trees of light were gentle then
And gentle was the gold
That caught the gentle light in rings,
For elvenkind to hold.
Then came the dark. Un-looked-for, foul,
And thick as molten stone,
It crushed our fëar to the mire
And stifled all that shone.
Though it departed, still a dark
Did linger in the land,
And hearts, recalling what had come,
Were not inclined to stand.
A lantern lonely then did glow
On Túna’s highest tower.
Its rays, though faint, spread o’er the hill
Like petals of a flower.
Then distant, on Ezellohar
The silver and the gold
Flared once again. Though weaker, still
It made our spirits bold.
We called it “light renewed,” and hoped,
And waited in the dark,
Our lanterns burning blue and low
Until the sun did spark.
O sharp and quick new-risen flame!
All painful white and red,
If this is day, then shall I flee
To seek the dusk instead.
Farewell to gold! Farewell to towers
Of lantern-lit white stone.
Farewell, my daughter and my son.
I seek the dusk alone.
Within the gentle shadow-depths,
Behind the mountains green,
Without the gold, without the light,
I will be something new.
Challenge: Picture Challenge 7 (Specifically the mountain photo)
Summary: A narrative poem from the perspective of Indis, set shortly after the first sunrise.
Rating: G
Characters: Indis, Findis (mentioned), Finarfin (mentioned)
Warnings: None
In days of old, in days of light,
I was the favored daughter
Of Malinalda, sweet and tall,
Above the golden water.
The trees of light were gentle then
And gentle was the gold
That caught the gentle light in rings,
For elvenkind to hold.
Then came the dark. Un-looked-for, foul,
And thick as molten stone,
It crushed our fëar to the mire
And stifled all that shone.
Though it departed, still a dark
Did linger in the land,
And hearts, recalling what had come,
Were not inclined to stand.
A lantern lonely then did glow
On Túna’s highest tower.
Its rays, though faint, spread o’er the hill
Like petals of a flower.
Then distant, on Ezellohar
The silver and the gold
Flared once again. Though weaker, still
It made our spirits bold.
We called it “light renewed,” and hoped,
And waited in the dark,
Our lanterns burning blue and low
Until the sun did spark.
O sharp and quick new-risen flame!
All painful white and red,
If this is day, then shall I flee
To seek the dusk instead.
Farewell to gold! Farewell to towers
Of lantern-lit white stone.
Farewell, my daughter and my son.
I seek the dusk alone.
Within the gentle shadow-depths,
Behind the mountains green,
Without the gold, without the light,
I will be something new.