Entish Dreams (A Hasty Poem)
Looming loamish languid forms
Deep sleep I, amid the storms
Storms of ken and storms of cloud
That batter bark encrusted shrouds
The draughts I’ve drunk, the rays lived under
The stones my seed has riven asunder
Have crafted core, branch, twig and leaf
And muddled mind absorbed in grief
Much is lost to forest floor
Decaying carpet of ageless lore
The crush of memories pressing down
Smothering desire of sight or sound
Yet walked I once from sea to sea
Shaded by endless canopy
Glinted by scintillating stars
Slanting home in shimmering bars
Effortlessly I mastered earth
And witnessed lesser beings birthed
Wide my branches gathered in
The pulse of life and choral din
But rapture sought is sorrow found
The Ent-Wives ache cut wounds profound
As axes scoring trunk and root
Pain unsuccored by Entish moot
With witless whim, my self withdrew
Like cruelest winters palest hue
Endured but n’er again embraced
Consciousness bereft of time or space
Unburdened by this treasonous soul
With waiting my most mortal goal
Worried not, as just a tree
Until at last eternity
– Braag, Son of Balin 7/9/15