I doused my lamp by the age old door,
Took staff and cloak and I walked the lane,
Down to the roaring witch-haunted shore,
Into the dark and after the rain.
I marked a ghost on the headland high,
On such a clear night with a huge festoon
Of silver stars that hung in the sky
As they crowned the pale and pendant moon.
I made my way and I deftly trod
That old sunken lane hard by the shore,
The stars shone clear like the tears of God
Far from my lamp and age old door.
And under the moon I flung a prayer,
As spirits lolled in the rolling tides,
Then caught by one in the upper air,
Away to Heaven she soars and glides.
I walked far out to that sheltered bay,
Where the headland's rocks are wrapped in rime,
Quiet and peaceful I longed to stay,
Till all the Earth’s clocks run out of Time.
I doused my lamp by the age old door,
Took staff and cloak and I walked the lane,
Down to the roaring witch-haunted shore,
Into the dark and after the rain.
Please tell me what you think
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"He stood upon the bridge alone,
and fire and shadow both defied-
his staff was broken on the stone,
In kazad'dum his wisdom died"
I agree with Purrsanthema, this poem definitly makes me think of Gandalf. Your poetry truely is arcane, it has much depth to it rhymes with graceful elegance.
I love the imagery put forth in the lines, "Of silver stars that hung in the sky
As they crowned the pale and pendant moon."
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It reminds me of Gandolf. How unusual and beautiful these 9 syllables! It adds such an earnest tone to the narrator's tone of voice. What a wonderful haunted and lonely picture you paint!
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I love this one. It reminded me of Bilbo and his long for adventure and the way he sings as he goes along down the road. The road goes ever on and on... I could imagine the speaker here singing this as he went along in the night. And there were several parts that struck me as just being so cleveryly said; line 8, line 11, and line 20 especially.
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