The Pastures of Lossarnach by lirin

[lirin_lirilla]

B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: Poetic Forms - pastoral; Four Words 2 - early, skyline, almost, mask (N42)
Format: poem, drabble
Genre: Poetry
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Characters: Original Gondorian woman
Pairings: n/a
Summary: Ioreth's cousin writes about Lossarnach.

My dear Ioreth,

I am sorry I cannot paint a picture of Lossarnach for you to have with you there in the dark city of stone, but I have no way with colors. Instead, I have written you a poem that I hope will remind you of our beautiful valleys. I only wish you were here with me, to watch the sheep and explore the hills.

Your cousin,

Lothiel

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In early morn, in Lossarnach,
The sun arises out of black
And sets the flowers all aglow
As breezes push them to and fro.

The skyline fills with orange and red,
And from the East a golden thread
Expands until it fills the sky
With lumination from on high.

The shining sun on grass and rock
Almost make me leave my flock.
But chores there are, and food for sheep,
And so my wanderings must keep—

Until 'tis late and dusk's dark mask
Releases me from every task.
Then joyfully, upon the vale,
Through darkness I will find my trail.

Comments

[kayleearafinwiel]

That's really lovely! I enjoyed the poem very much. Ioreth's cousin has a beautiful way with words. *grin* And so do you.

[lirin_lirilla]

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed "her" writing! :-)