Spirit of Fëanor by Lady~Eowyn
His spirit still dwells
In the Halls of Mandos
Lit still by the fire
Within him, bright
and full lit with passion
and determination
His hands yearn for
tools of craft
His heart wishes
To see the light of
The silmaril once more
And then his spirit
Would be content
But, alas! It is not
so instead he is
Filled with grief
Tears of remorse
Falling from his
Eyes so clear
His fair face buried
In his hands
Oh! The Valar so cruel!
Why must he suffer so?
He only followed his heart
Is that now how it should be?
I will until the end of time
When the seas swallow the land
When the stars burn out
And the sky collides
I only wish to see my
beloved pardoned
Until then…hold me in
your heart and soul
2 Comments
Although I am completly foreign to the story of Feanor, I enjoyed this poem immensly. I can feel your passion for this poem but, even more, the passion you have for the story. You did not bind yourself to rhythm but still kept the lines short and swift. You bring us into a stanza (like the second one) and show us the treasure, then in the third stanza you take it away. Very well written; good work!
In my opinion, Nerdanel is too sympathetic to Feanor here. I do think Feanor should get some sympathy, but I doubt it’s so easy for Nerdanel to give. They didn’t have the happiest marriage, after all, and there must be some lingering bitterness. How do we know Feanor shed “tears of remorse?” It’s possible, but you haven’t really detailed that part, and it’s such a reinterpretation that you are now practically obligated to write about Feanor in Mandos.
“His heart wishes
To see the light of
The silmaril once more
And then his spirit
Would be content”
Hmm. I have to disagree. It would take more than seeing them — or it would take a gradual change in him, one or the other.
The writing seems a bit overdone, too, in my opinion.
Just a few thoughts.