June's Verses
I have been scribbling a bit this past month. Mostly low-grade scraps of poetry in my journal. I am back to writing some rhymes again, which I find interesting, as I could not do rhymes at all for some time. I have always been fascinated with assonance, though, especially the Anglo-Saxon poetic form (though I can only read translations and thereby, I am sure, miss out on a great deal of the original beauty). Tolkien's style was heavily influenced by these older forms, and I greatly admire his poetry. Morris' The House of the Wolfings is spectacular, and I have been getting the itch to read it again, though unfortunately, I left my copy in Africa, and it has since been through a cyclone and, I suspect, may no longer be legible. So anywho, here are a few of my own paltry scraps. Nothing like a solid dose of humility by comparison! June's gold lies in tawny ranks; The grass heads glimmer in the wind, And lilies gleam from shady banks, Fluorescent echoes of the sun. The c