Ainulindalë drabble

[altariel]

I finally got it done, only five months late.



Ainulindalë

And so we sang, in unison, for we were instruments.
I raised my voice, and made the music I was made to make;
Soared, raged, cried;
Others heard, and gave me their accord—
Were silenced.

And so, what had we sung?
Crash of iron, breath of air, echo of water—
Call of darkness.
Instruments, we made the music we were made to make,
And we are bound to it.

And so we sang.
Mountains raised, I flattened them;
Smooth green fields, I sharpened them;
Point counterpoint.
And so we sing,
And this is Arda, nor am
I out of it.

Mine.

Comments

[rcfinch.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. And this seems the most plausible POV. But now I wonder what the difference is between a drabble and a poem.

[altariel.livejournal.com]

But now I wonder what the difference is between a drabble and a poem.

Yes, I was puzzling about that one. I've never written free verse before, but it seemed to make sense to do it this way.

I'm very glad you like it.