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A Halfling's Might
Less comely they, than some
the ruddy folk from Anduin
curled on end and end
grown by stream and sweeping hill
full and free
and round with song
A loamy undertone - a softness
of ferns in spring and thawing home
ever veiled from unknown stone
and war
and thrones
and blood
and bone
A strange way to bend one's toes
padding past peril
upon wind raped hills
chill with wraiths - pale plateaus
a lilting flute amongst roars
a plucked fiddle string amongst screams
a glacial blue blade
hewing through the dead and matte
Breaths of red in lungs of green
hearts like hauberks hastening fast
a rope
a pan
a pottage set
The compass eastward treads in tattered trousers
Amon Hen and marshes dead
an eyebright might when all lights perish
finer in valor than kings of old
A firm footing over flame
sigils flicker hellish as darkness burning
emerging as magics converge
a flash of blinding white
a lunge and plunging into night
cries follow from the smallfolks' souls
Far from friend
or farm
or frond
deep in draught and oaken arms
creaking through a murky dusk
a dream of hoary meetings speak
a green leaf gleaming on the grass
A hope in gray
cloaks fasten as fellows fail; and fall
adrift in gifted elvin grace
with faces staunch, black from havoc
ringlets snarled atop such low, but noble heads
A sting in sallow-soft death
over stairways slick in oily evils
passing under shrieking spies
defiance of the lidless eye
Assailing smoke in shrouds of shadow
ascent beneath the stare of death
a will of gold
a hero's toil
to cast that ceaseless stranglehold
into Sauron's endless boil
Published 31st Aug 2018
Author's Note
An ode to Tolkien and his most delightful creation, the magnificent Hobbit.
For the LOTR comp, but mostly (and more importantly) because I love and adore Tolkien.
For the LOTR comp, but mostly (and more importantly) because I love and adore Tolkien.
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31st Aug 2018 10:39am
Shout out to the Haflings! I really liked this poem. It reminded me of the source material :) .
31st Aug 2018 11:03am
31st Aug 2018 1:24pm
31st Aug 2018 7:42pm
Glad to see another Tolkien fan here. I loved your poem and the captivating descriptions as we learn the true side of an infamous Hobbit: the unexpected hero.
Thanks for participating in my competition!
Thanks for participating in my competition!
31st Aug 2018 8:09pm
My pleasure, truly. I read LOTR when I was 8, and I've grown up on the stories even before then. It's a special thing for family and I. Thanks for hosting the coolest comp! :)
1st Sep 2018 00:11am
oh my goodness beautiful Atomik One
so darkly beautiful is your imagination...
at first I thought this a light tale of elves and the like
it turned very dark quickly making me smile at it's delightful wickedness 😈
awesome...
love Brenda
so darkly beautiful is your imagination...
at first I thought this a light tale of elves and the like
it turned very dark quickly making me smile at it's delightful wickedness 😈
awesome...
love Brenda
Anonymous
1st Sep 2018 9:30pm
You're doing Tolkien great justice.
"A sting in sallow-soft death
over stairways slick in oily evils
passing under shrieking spies
defiance of the lidless eye"
This stanza is my favorite; abundantly rich in S and Z consonance.
"A sting in sallow-soft death
over stairways slick in oily evils
passing under shrieking spies
defiance of the lidless eye"
This stanza is my favorite; abundantly rich in S and Z consonance.
1st Sep 2018 10:26pm
JB, thank you man! That honestly is just about the most meaningful comment ever; Tolkien was one of the greatest, and is a massive inspiration to me. If not my #1.
