Coral Hull: Poetry: Poetry Inspired By The Lord Of The Rings: Photographic Pictorial: The Fellowship of the Ring: The World Has Changed

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CORAL HULL: POETRY INSPIRED BY THE LORD OF THE RINGS

THE WORLD HAS CHANGED

"The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it." - Galadriel (Walsh & Boyens)

Green Hobbiton,
The world has changed.

... I taste it in the water,
                               ... I smell it on the wind,
Much that is sacred how now been lost,
for none now live who remember it.

It passed out of all knowledge
until by chance,
deep into the tunnels of though and desire,
it came to Bilbo Baggins of the Shire - my love my love,
my precious!
                               My love.


        Until my Uncle Bilbo
is captured, fading into a life which is not.
Beyond himself, he is called,
His findings beneath the misty mountains
---------- poisoned his mind.


Now he is gone.
I sense it from the Earth itself,
The world has changed.
The burden is in the old jewellery.
The ring is on his chubby white finger.
The fate of Hobbiton around his neck.

*

Even before the grey wizard arrived
my own time here was running out.
I looked at maps and charts,
and wondered at what laid
beyond their edges,
beyond the white spires
of the misty winter mountains,
beyond the white pages
of my wide imagination,
snow covered borders without words ...


I have been wandering farther afield
and more often by myself,
without knowledge or description.
Bag End is not the same without Bilbo.
We are on the border of wars.
... I smell it on the wind.
(I have not let go of my Uncle's story)

*

Yet we are still in love with Hobbiton,
our little shires of butterflies,
endless sun and contentment,
clouds and rainbows that streak the valleys,
where the days are long and the air is pure.

Rumours of strange things happen
in the world outside --- a growing shadow
within, that answers back in riddles.
I wait for answers that may never come here,
and for the dim blue hat of the great grey wizard.

A rumour grew of a shadow in the East.
There comes the whisper of a nameless fear.
Yet all light and flowers are golden here,
and we are glad to remain in Hobbiton.

"Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East ... whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived - its time had now come."
- Galadriel (Walsh and Boyens)

    

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