Song For Luthien Tinuviel
( Lines inspired by the tale of Beren and Luthien in The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien. Poem published in Mallorn, the Journal of the Tolkien Society, Issue 55, Winter 2014.)
Feanor he made the Silmarils,
revealed his power and his skills,
precious jewels of the Elven kind,
majesty moulded from his mind.
Elf maid, Luthien Tinuviel,
danced, held aloft a Silmaril.
I saw her laughing through the trees,
her white dress blowing in the breeze.
Entranced, I was lying on the grass,
saw Elven folk through a shining glass.
I saw Elves the lays of old had sung,
tall Elves from when the world was young.
Feanor, his blue stone tower tall,
faraway, saw behind a wall.
Felt I was poor in my heart and soul,
I was a fish, left by the shoal.
Felt I was young, knowing I was old,
I was a sheep, strayed far from fold.
On my quest over wild moor and fen,
I was lost and was lost again.
Unlooked for beauty came to my eye,
elf maid dancing beneath the sky,
fair elf the lays of old had sung,
fair elf from when the world was young.
Luthien Tinuviel held aloft a Silmaril.