4. Love Scenes: III
You mean like Lúthien’s,
made from part
mother’s illusion, part fortunate love story
and pale flowers that bloomed, happily, at just the right time -
For one timeless moment, imagine him in an apt locale.
A scarlet forge, a grassy vale,
Or at the tiller of a thousand ships, and
with Youth, that weeps with joy
at her eternity with him,
and flings her hair joyously across his form.
Oh, see him, lovers. See, see the
pitiless planes and angles falling into his shape
flowing now slow, now fast.
Mark well how
earth and sky beg him to stand motionless
a while longer, as
Maedhros transplants himself step by step.
He is tall, ivory,
All straight but the curve of his lip, and that
like a plum bow plucked back by Oromë –
Needless to say, he surpasses description.
Needless to say, his eyes, his hair, his sloping shoulders,
Needless to say what Fëanor felt
when he first gazed upon him.
Handsome, mad Fëanor, who did not, strangely,
recognise light when he saw it.
And now: Youth soaks her long black hair,
Lets it drip into Fingon’s eyes.
Go; do not consider me.
You are older, and wiser, and sharper, and better.
Go; do not allow me to disturb
What else do you care about, anyway?
Sitting all day by your pool, angered
at every passing bird that dares to pass a shadow over your mirror -
those birds will never forgive me for shooting stones at them.
Stones for beauty.
Opal for your skin and
flint for your brow,
from where emerges fire.
Why is my hair not red?
Oh, cousin. Oh, cousin.
I think I hate you
Even more than I hate your pool.
I am being a mighty sulk, I know, but it
hurts to think that you would prefer still water
to my living eyes.
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