Cloaks of Many Colours

A Found Poem

Grey as the twilight beneath the trees
Green as shadowed leaves
Brown as fallow fields by night
Dusk-silver as water under the stars
Leaf and branch, water and stone
Under the twilight of Lórien
Fastened with green leaf brooch, silver veined

An aid in hiding from unfriendly eyes
By eagle nor keen-eyed beast is seen
Whether among the stones or under the trees
Yet only garments, not armour
Turning neither shaft nor blade

High in the favour of the Lady
By her and her maidens woven
Never so before have strangers been clad.