My poem, Song For Luthien Tinuviel, was published in Mallorn, the Journal of the Tolkien Society, Issue 55, Winter 2014, I am very pleased to say. I originally wrote it in 1987, as a folk ballad, one of the few I have written that has a decent tune, but I think it works well enough on the page as a poem. It was inspired by the tale of Beren and Luthien in The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien. My copy of the journal came through my letter box today, Thursday, 8th, January, 2015. I was moved to see my poem on page two, illustrated by a painting called The Choice of Luthien by Jenny Dolfen and a photograph called Snowthorn by Helen Armstrong, the editor of the very finely produced, interesting journal, which is published once a year. I have posted my poem here before, but here it is again, to celebrate its publication in Mallorn.
Song For Luthien Tinuviel
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.