Drabble-poems by Flora-lass  

An abundance of Fs, in memory of Fëanor. The prompt was a picture of pink flowers (called fireweed) in a burnt landscape.

Gimli rides behind Legolas, and dreams. For the prompt:

Your shoulder blade, your spine, were shorelines in the moonlight

New worlds for the weary, new lands for the living

Túrin mourns Beleg. For the prompts: 

silence, thunder, guilt, secrets

A new grief opened inside me like an umbrella

All my books are lying useless now, all my maps will only show me how to lose my way

Morwen watches Túrin sleep, after Lalaith's death. The prompts were:

loved, still, gleaming, gold

We walk the hillside like lost souls in the night

Grief will teach you new names

Voronwë on the shore. For the prompts:

night, risk, old, fate  and

I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore

Maeglin's hopeless love. For the prompts:

pleasure, noble, fire, eyes

There's a hole in my pocket where my dreams fell through

Wintering with snow / That did not melt / It fell long ago / At night, by stealth

Aredhel is dying, and thinking about Maeglin.

For the prompts: 

guilt, law, soon, worry  and I closed my eyes and tarried until the morning light.