Post by Admin on Nov 1, 2021 23:21:10 GMT
Author - Cassie Hughes
Summary: Mirkwood has its own ways of keeping strangers at bay.
Rating: K
Author's Note: A short poem that came to me as soon as I saw the prompt for fruit and blocked out any other ideas I may have developed for a story. I must have a very strange mind!
Under Autumn’s golden glow
the apple hangs in teasing style
to tempt unwary from the path
that wanders true
through Thranduil’s realm.
The elves who dwell within this place
do shy away from outside world
and thus their home is hid way.
So forest plays
its vexing games.
The apple gently bobs in place
it knows its work and does it well
as foreign hand is raised to pluck,
The apple swings,
The path is lost.
King Thranduil feels the forests glee
as twisting roots trip stranger’s feet
and acorns rain from shaking boughs
whose impish mirth
keep silvans safe
Outsiders wander in a daze
unknowing they are being led,
Until at last to their surprise,
The forest clears,
The edge perceived.
And so the apple smugly hangs
as tempting as it ever was,
in readiness to lure again
unwary from
this mystic realm.
Summary: Mirkwood has its own ways of keeping strangers at bay.
Rating: K
Author's Note: A short poem that came to me as soon as I saw the prompt for fruit and blocked out any other ideas I may have developed for a story. I must have a very strange mind!
Under Autumn’s golden glow
the apple hangs in teasing style
to tempt unwary from the path
that wanders true
through Thranduil’s realm.
The elves who dwell within this place
do shy away from outside world
and thus their home is hid way.
So forest plays
its vexing games.
The apple gently bobs in place
it knows its work and does it well
as foreign hand is raised to pluck,
The apple swings,
The path is lost.
King Thranduil feels the forests glee
as twisting roots trip stranger’s feet
and acorns rain from shaking boughs
whose impish mirth
keep silvans safe
Outsiders wander in a daze
unknowing they are being led,
Until at last to their surprise,
The forest clears,
The edge perceived.
And so the apple smugly hangs
as tempting as it ever was,
in readiness to lure again
unwary from
this mystic realm.