Tommy Tainant
Diamond Member
Yes I woke up around 5 o clock this morning all sweaty.The creative force has returned and I was in the process, half awake,half in dreams, of writing my first poem for many years.
It was a brilliant piece and is very much of its time.
The poem is a key part of a dream sequence in a stage musical that I am writing called:
Frodo The Wilderness Years.
If it was a standard Hollywood it would have Gene Kelly dancing with a cartoon Frodo and Sam Gamgee.
In this episode Frodo is travelling from Isengaard to Rivendell to look at a shed that a bloke he knows is selling (good cond,sold as seen).
He stops for a spot of lunch at a place that looks very much like the Panorama over Llangollen.
The place is wreathed in mist that means he cannot see above or below and is very much in tune with the inherent mysticism of the work as a whole. This is a fairy tale for adults.
Frodo Stops For Lunch
And Frodo trod the path
in the early morning.
On damp grassy trails
through misty banks of mist and stuff
And as the sun rose
and burnt off the misty air
he paused
and decided to take an early lunch
Standing back from the path
he found a stony slab
and laid out his feast.
A Twix, a small pork pie, an orange club biscuit and a small flask of tea
Two sandwiches, one of cheese and ham and one of cheese and onion
Splendid.
And as he surveyed the contents of his bag
the sun broke through
A shaft of sunlight here
and a glimpse of green valley there.
Frodo sat back
and reflected
on the majesty
of his situation
What Prince would enjoy such grandeur ?
*******************
But the inner Hobbit
would not be denied
His thoughts soon returned
to his lunch,
set out before him
The cheese based sandwiches
and choccie biscuits
And then !
Bollocks !!
He had left
the small bottle of milk
On the kitchen table.
And now lunch was ruined.
Beyond the mist
an Orc screamed ,
mocking the Hobbit
with an icy welcome
To a darker place.
Frodo sipped his tea (without milk)
and shivered in the
swirling mist.
It was going to be a shit day.
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Any feedback would be much appreciated.
It was a brilliant piece and is very much of its time.
The poem is a key part of a dream sequence in a stage musical that I am writing called:
Frodo The Wilderness Years.
If it was a standard Hollywood it would have Gene Kelly dancing with a cartoon Frodo and Sam Gamgee.
In this episode Frodo is travelling from Isengaard to Rivendell to look at a shed that a bloke he knows is selling (good cond,sold as seen).
He stops for a spot of lunch at a place that looks very much like the Panorama over Llangollen.
The place is wreathed in mist that means he cannot see above or below and is very much in tune with the inherent mysticism of the work as a whole. This is a fairy tale for adults.
Frodo Stops For Lunch
And Frodo trod the path
in the early morning.
On damp grassy trails
through misty banks of mist and stuff
And as the sun rose
and burnt off the misty air
he paused
and decided to take an early lunch
Standing back from the path
he found a stony slab
and laid out his feast.
A Twix, a small pork pie, an orange club biscuit and a small flask of tea
Two sandwiches, one of cheese and ham and one of cheese and onion
Splendid.
And as he surveyed the contents of his bag
the sun broke through
A shaft of sunlight here
and a glimpse of green valley there.
Frodo sat back
and reflected
on the majesty
of his situation
What Prince would enjoy such grandeur ?
*******************
But the inner Hobbit
would not be denied
His thoughts soon returned
to his lunch,
set out before him
The cheese based sandwiches
and choccie biscuits
And then !
Bollocks !!
He had left
the small bottle of milk
On the kitchen table.
And now lunch was ruined.
Beyond the mist
an Orc screamed ,
mocking the Hobbit
with an icy welcome
To a darker place.
Frodo sipped his tea (without milk)
and shivered in the
swirling mist.
It was going to be a shit day.
******************************************
Any feedback would be much appreciated.
