The Wailing of The wounded Swan

(In the Haven of the Swanships)

The Wailing of The wounded Swan

(In the Swanhaven)

 

 Beyond the reach of Men

are the white shores of Valinor

   in Eldamar

in Aman

 

where the waves roaring

and many marvels

of the Elven kind

       are

 shimmering from afar.

 

There are home of the

Veaneldar *  and their

haven gleaming white.

 

The 'Singers' of Alqualondë

 

Many names they had

 

The Foam-riders,

 The Ship-wrights

 

        and

 The Gatherers of Pearl.

 

Awakened

in Cuiviénen

 

Elven kind of Elwë

who  fell into the most

beautiful dream

with Melian the Maia

and disappeared in

the forest

 

and his brother Olwë

looking for him in vain.

 

 

Loved by Ossë the Maia

           at the

 

shores of Beleriand

 

Looking for the Western Land

from the mouth of the river Sirion

                 and

 

finally they heard Ulmo's call

 

Lo! Listen to the sound

 

of the waves!

 

 

Come, 'The Third' kind

 

                   to the shores of mine!

 

  There they

looking at in wonder

those white pearls

and listened to

the Sound of the Sea

 and see how

 

the water glimmering like

the deepest pool of

the lonely shadows of Ulmo’s hair.

 

Others stayed listening

the tumultuos foams of Ossë

  and the wailing of the gulls

 

and they see

 

Uinen the Maia

a slender Lady of The Sea

and her long hair glimmering.

 

After the theft of the Silmarils

 

   Fëanor came and his sons

to the Haven of the Swanships

  and with anger and despair

they took those marvels ships

  and hasten like fiery spirits.

 

            And

 When the Gods returned

they heard a limpid voice

  in anguish and pain

like the wailing

  of the Swans

 

and that followed by

 

an another

  mournful voice

crying and mirthless

 

‘ Alas !

 

The blood has

spilled on the white paving

and the Swan has taken

 

Ai !

 

Hear the wailing of

the Sea-elven! '

No more we

flew like swans,

 

we were not afraid

for someone of the

Elven kind that

would rise

against us

 

No more we

flew like swans

 

we can no longer

listen to the sound

of the waves

 

in peace or

in understanding

no more

that fellow feeling!

 

 * Veaneldar "Sea-elves" in Quenya, consisting of vea(n) ("sea") + eldar ("elves").

Author's Note

All credits goes to J.R.R. Tolkien

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and sad tale in the poetry. You create place, sad situation and bad ending. Beautiful artwork and amazing poetry dear Sarah. Thank you.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Thank you. I really put my heart to it. Very often the inspiration strikes suddenly. =)

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well and you are welcome dear Sarah.