Coral Hull: Poetry: Poetry Inspired By The Lord Of The Rings: Photographic Pictorial: The Fellowship of the Ring: Hobbiton: The Perfect Childhood: (VI) The Light of the Shire

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CORAL HULL: POETRY INSPIRED BY THE LORD OF THE RINGS

HOBBITON: THE PERFECT CHILDHOOD
(VI) The Light Of The Shire

" I think in his heart Frodo is still in love with the Shire: the woods, the fields…little rivers."
- Bilbo Baggins (Walsh & Boyens)

As long as the Shire exists, safe and comfortably
in my memory, I shall find this queer journey,
this wandering from darkness to darkness,
                           ... somehow more bearable

I shall know there is a firm foothold back when ...
Even if my feet cannot stand on that earth again,
where I read my favourite books beneath the trees,
where I chased the butterflies into a greater Spring
than ever had existed, elsewhere in the world ...

Hobbiton: the place where it was always dawn,
where I ate the apples and the drank the cider,
before this burden of knowing was passed onto me,
the ring of doubt upon my finger,
                           ... darkening in my heart.


Now I begin this flight into exile, from danger to danger.
I am like a tragedy, drawing it after me. God knows why,
I linger where the afternoons are long, late and peaceful
and flowers are bright, gloved red and golden purple.

Snapdragons and sunflowers and nasturiums
trailing all over the footpaths,
exploding from the gardens,
and peeping in at all the small round windows,
trees laden with apples, corn ever tall and yellow,
and crisp as a glimpse of early winter stars tonight.


Hobbiton, one day I will reach down into my locked heart,
to where I hang your portraits, for safe keeping,
and where you sleep beyond any dream,
with the midday hum of the flies and bees,
beyond my wide eyes gone to ruin,
beyond the pain of loss, beyond the reach of madness,

and a million golden yellow butterflies
will be released, into midday in midsummer,
all day long, above my hairy feet,
the earthworms and the mushrooms,
the old rake by the shed, brighter and bluer
than my perfect eyes, this perfect time
and all its perfect goings on, in all its perfect light.

"Well what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has this past age, full of its own comings and goings. Scarcely aware of the existence of hobbits ... which I am very thankful."
- Gandalf The Grey (Walsh and Boyens)

    

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