Silver plumes, wooden,
And those of crystal above,
Shine on those below.
Three standing towers,
Poised as dancers of marble,
Aged and graceful.
- Primula
Istari arrive,
Standing like crayons in a box,
Five all in a row.
Five colors they show,
With so many to pick from,
Why do two have blue?
What does Cirdan see?
Within a wooden tub, five
Wizards a-bobbing.
Havens: no shootin' -
No goose-hunting season for
Biggest swans ever.
- Primula
Grey port left behind
Ship dances on silver waves
Onward to white shores.
- Daughter of Kings
Some
Mithlond Haikus
Second Age settled
Gil-Galad and Cirdan made
Ships to Valinor
Harbor to Cirdan
The Gulf of Lhûn located
White Ships awaiting
Four Ring bearers join
Fate of Middle-Earth complete
To A fair Green land
- MithrandirCQ
Reeling in the sky
Keen eyes watching the grey ships
The gulls cry farewell
Golden light on grey
White sails vanish in silver
Colors melt away
- Orangeblossom
Took
