Its been a long time since I last wrote poetry – back in school, and that was many a year ago. So its somewhat odd that a bit of poetry came to me recently – either that or I’m channelling something I once read. The first line popped into my head yesterday and while driving my brother to the airport this morning a few more flowed on from it.
Its a touch melancholy, but I think that is to be expected for poetry.
And here beneath the scattered gloom
Where all is naught but withered bloom
Whilst all that should and can not be
Has come between both you and me.
The question is what to do with it. Thanks to Tolkien, as a fantasy writer its almost expected to have some poetry floating around in stories. I may have to use this – either expanded upon or with some character trotting out a few lines as is.