Anniversary / Finduilas
Mar. 13th, 2004 01:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've been writing stories in my head all my life, but I seldom made the leap to paper, and showed those leaps even less. Poetry I have always written down - but that seemed a nice safe way to avoid attracting attention with words - my family said I have a flair for expression, but that poetry was hardly a twentieth century skill...
A year ago, having newly discovered reading fanfiction, I was surfing around the internet, thinking about the date. The thirteenth of March. I can't see the date written down without picturing Faramir standing under the wings of terror to buy his men a chance to regroup and escape. And the price he paid for that love. His men described him as "always in the lead." Not that day - my reckless ranger was the last one off the field, in the arms of Imrahil.
Searching for Faramir took me to Henneth Annun, where I discovered there was a challenge running to write *love* poetry in Denethor's voice. Denethor. He is a project of mine, warring with himself in my head - Denethor and himself as his own evil twin. I want to understand him. Could I put myself in that head?
I decided to try out my new passion for obsessive form poetry in that dark voice. If ever there was a voice for it, this seemed like it. And who was going to notice poetry? I decided to write him a terza, but typically, the old man wanted his own way.
As always, Faramir, my heart is with you on the field today. Because of you standing as my muse, I showed my words in public for the first time, last year on this day. Never let go of my hand. Oh yeah, and I was outed at HASA in less than a day, and encouraged to do this again. Gluttons for punishment they were at that time. I am so greatful that was the moment I chose. My first public outing, just as it ran...
A year ago, having newly discovered reading fanfiction, I was surfing around the internet, thinking about the date. The thirteenth of March. I can't see the date written down without picturing Faramir standing under the wings of terror to buy his men a chance to regroup and escape. And the price he paid for that love. His men described him as "always in the lead." Not that day - my reckless ranger was the last one off the field, in the arms of Imrahil.
Searching for Faramir took me to Henneth Annun, where I discovered there was a challenge running to write *love* poetry in Denethor's voice. Denethor. He is a project of mine, warring with himself in my head - Denethor and himself as his own evil twin. I want to understand him. Could I put myself in that head?
I decided to try out my new passion for obsessive form poetry in that dark voice. If ever there was a voice for it, this seemed like it. And who was going to notice poetry? I decided to write him a terza, but typically, the old man wanted his own way.
As always, Faramir, my heart is with you on the field today. Because of you standing as my muse, I showed my words in public for the first time, last year on this day. Never let go of my hand. Oh yeah, and I was outed at HASA in less than a day, and encouraged to do this again. Gluttons for punishment they were at that time. I am so greatful that was the moment I chose. My first public outing, just as it ran...
Finduilas - villanelle
I knew my spirit could not take me higher
And yet I burned when I embraced your light
That’s when I gave my heart up to the fire
For in your depth was all that I require
And in that moment, as with second sight
I knew my spirit could not take me higher
I never understood about desire
Until I saw you were both dark and bright
That’s when I gave my heart up to the fire
And when our souls ignited on that pyre
I rose up like a phoenix; reached for flight -
I knew my spirit could not take me higher
I should have known that cruel fate would conspire
To take you from the arms of your true knight
That’s when I gave my heart up to the fire
I never understood about desire
Until you left me nothing but the night
I knew my spirit could not take me higher
That’s when I gave my heart up to the fire
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Author's notes:
When I decided to try to write a poem from Denethor's point of view, I thought I would work with the terzanelle form and try playing with the sound and repetition. But Denethor's voice is strong, and I was soon drawn into the even stricter structure of the villanelle - it seemed to me he wanted to use a form as formal as Gondor.
I am not sure I am convinced in my own heart that Denethor ever felt, or indeed was capable of feeling anything this strongly. So, this was quite an exercise for me. I don't think it is an accident I wrote a poem he would have written to address her loss, not to celebrate having her love.
"Finduilas" is written after her death (and with an edge of prophecy)
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Date: 2004-03-13 02:50 am (UTC)Does that mean you have your own sect now?.
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Date: 2004-03-13 04:47 am (UTC)I am just so glad to still be in touch. I have been given so much, I hardly need to be celebrated - but when we get to the day I posted Breathe (March 29) I will have to have a day of self celebration, even if it is only this one time.
whatever happens, do *not* go away!!
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Date: 2004-03-13 01:07 pm (UTC)I concur wholeheartedly.
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Date: 2004-03-13 03:41 am (UTC)Dearest, you taught so many of us to love poetry, in all its varied forms. For some it was a renewal of a long forgotten fire; for others, a newly kindled blaze.
And because of you, there are several of us who dared to write - and show - our own efforts for the first time. For that I will always bless you.
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Date: 2004-03-13 04:42 am (UTC)I could smack the teachers who taught the bunch of you that if it wasn't impossible to understand it could not be any good.... or that fear of a misplaced comma should rob you of poetry of the heart.
bad education system. no doughnut. *smacks with newspaper*
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Date: 2004-03-13 07:46 am (UTC)This makes me nostalgic for the busier days at Verse and Adversity. I miss the lashings of poetry that were going back and forth there for a while and all the experimentation. :hugs:
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Date: 2004-03-13 01:23 pm (UTC)Lyllyn and I were "conversing" recently about the cyclical nature of trends (and topics) in the fandom. Perhaps the same will be true with poetry. *she says hopefully*
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