Wilwarin
January 22nd,2003, 12:46 AM
This poem was inspired by the picture for Jan. 20th in my FotR day calendar. (All those who own this calendar can see the picture, but I don't know of a link for this picture on the internet, otherwise I would post it). The picture is the four Hobbits just after leaving Moria. They look so sad and lost. This poem is what they may have been thinking right then. Keep in mind that this poem is about a single moment in time and does not go beyond it. That is why it seems not to have an ending.
"Without Gandalf"
They stood on the rocks of a mountain,
Cold and hard on their shoeless feet;
As hard as the winters that carved them,
And as cold as falling sleet.
The day was like a bright new spring,
Everything fresh and new.
Beside melting snow sprouted new shoots of green,
And the clouds in the sky were few.
But the four who stood on the mountain,
The flower they did not care to greet.
They did not notice the streems or the fountains,
Nor the cold on their shoeless feet.
From darkness eternal they had stumbled,
Weighted with grief and dispair;
Their hearts were as castles with parapets crumbled,
Broken beyond hope of repair.
Their journey had been difficult and trying,
But Gandlaf had seen them through.
Now here on the stones they fell, crying,
The journey ahead they did rue.
How could they go on without him?
Their leader, their teacher, their guide;
A friend who through trials had brought them,
And took with him their strength when he died.
This journey had begun with a promise of hope,
And a chance that they could prevail.
Now with Gandalf lost they knew they would grope,
With only a promise to fail.
© Kathryn H.
"Without Gandalf"
They stood on the rocks of a mountain,
Cold and hard on their shoeless feet;
As hard as the winters that carved them,
And as cold as falling sleet.
The day was like a bright new spring,
Everything fresh and new.
Beside melting snow sprouted new shoots of green,
And the clouds in the sky were few.
But the four who stood on the mountain,
The flower they did not care to greet.
They did not notice the streems or the fountains,
Nor the cold on their shoeless feet.
From darkness eternal they had stumbled,
Weighted with grief and dispair;
Their hearts were as castles with parapets crumbled,
Broken beyond hope of repair.
Their journey had been difficult and trying,
But Gandlaf had seen them through.
Now here on the stones they fell, crying,
The journey ahead they did rue.
How could they go on without him?
Their leader, their teacher, their guide;
A friend who through trials had brought them,
And took with him their strength when he died.
This journey had begun with a promise of hope,
And a chance that they could prevail.
Now with Gandalf lost they knew they would grope,
With only a promise to fail.
© Kathryn H.