Annie

The Wanderer

In Musings on April 6, 2012 at 11:07 pm

(Pronounced Loth-laura-lean)

 

Lothloralien, Lothloralien

Like streams of gold, down flow her hair

Sweet wanderer over valleys green

With eyes so bright and skin so fair

 

She left her home down by the sea

So full of courage, yet despair

Moving silently and mourning

To speak whom for, none dare

 

Lothloralien, Lothloralien

Like streams of gold, down flow her hair

Sweet wanderer over valleys green

With eyes so bright and skin so fair

 

She weeps and wanders

Sweet songs of longing in the distance fade

Singing for her child, gone

Now by the brook, now through  the glade

 

Lothloralien, Lothloralien

Like streams of gold, down flow her hair

Sweet wanderer over valleys green

With eyes so bright and skin so fair

 

Watch, my child, as she walks down the bank

Streaming blossoms in her wake

Her hair loose about her face

She raises her voice and makes leaves quake

 

Lothloralien, Lothloralien

Like streams of gold, down flow her hair

Sweet wanderer over valleys green

With eyes so bright and skin so fair

 

Her first love too, she longs for so

They had not time to live their vows

In her short sleep she finds no rest

Dear wanderer, through the boughs

 

Lothloralien, Lothloralien

Like streams of gold, down flow her hair

Sweet wanderer over valleys green

With eyes so bright and skin so fair

 

She cries aloud for all to hear

To wander on, her only task

The fair young maiden of the wood

Why does she weep, none need to ask

 

Lothloralien, Lothloralien

Like streams of gold, down flow her hair

Sweet wanderer over valleys green

With eyes so bright and skin so fair

 

Her first young lover she did wed

She put up with much scorn

Then lost her dear one and their babe

One frightful early morn’

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  1. Wow, Annie, that is really good. When did you write this, and was there some sort of inspiration?

    • Thanks! About a week ago. Not really, maybe some of the scotch ballads I’ve read lately. I got the name from LOTR… well sorta. It’s how I misread Lorian (i think that’s the name of it, the wood were they meet the elves after they lose Gandalf).

  2. Ah, okay. That is really cool! I wrote something semi similar to this – I mean, it a story in poem -stanza-style and my “inspiration” came from the book “The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun” by Tolkien. I love the style… 🙂

  3. […] letter”, telling me the details and which poem and everything. Turns out, they picked “The Wanderer“! I am really thrilled! Also turns out that I have to recite (is it still a recitation if […]

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