Small Hands, Big Deeds

I’m overdue on this one, but it’s time for Round 3 of crafting a poem with my LOTR Tarot deck.

If you’d rather watch the making-of video with an audiovisual delivery of the poem (with some inspirational footage), you can click here to link to my TikTok. And if you’d rather just read the poem, feel free to scroll down.

This time I drew The Hierophant, represented by Elrond; The World, depicted by the Fellowship of the Ring; and the King of Rings, portrayed by Saruman gazing into the mystical and dangerous palantir.

As I hone this tarot-centric method of poetic inspiration, I find that researching quotations from Tolkien’s works that are relevant to each of the cards that I draw in a spread is incredibly helpful to the process. Often the featured characters themselves have some revelatory dialogue, if the themes and imagery of each card seem otherwise less catalytic.

The Elf Lord’s words at the Council of Elrond capture pretty succinctly the spirit of a party of mostly hobbits carrying the One Ring into Mordor: “Such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.”¹

This concept informs the overall message of my poem, and if this first quote sounds familiar, you might be thinking of Galadriel’s line from the film adaptation of The Fellowship, “Even the smallest person can change the course of the future,” which was very likely inspired by these words of Elrond.

As for interpreting the tarot, The Hierophant is associated with wisdom, experience, and study as a keeper of knowledge: aptly, Elrond’s message foreshadows the other two cards in the spread, specifically mentioning “the world” and the distracted “eyes of the great.” (I was pretty ecstatic when I discovered how uncannily well that quote fit this spread.)

For The World/Fellowship card, I came across an exchange between the hobbits and Gildor, an elf featured briefly in The Fellowship novel, who aids Frodo and his halfling companions as they flee one of the Nazgûl on the road to Bree: speaking of false senses of security, he warns that “The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.”

Given the World card’s allusion to the bonds which connect us to everything, I thought this quotation an appropriate reminder of the rippling effects of great and possibly evil deeds that can still hit close to home, which ties in well with the King of Rings’ pursuit of wealth and ambition and the potential loss in the wake of seeking those results. I’m thinking specifically of Saruman’s scouring of the Shire toward the end of The Return of the King novel, and his ultimate loss to the “smaller hands” of the salt-of-the-earth Hobbitfolk.

Jumping back to The Hobbit novel, Bilbo weaves the idea of this loss and suffering into inevitable new beginnings, mentioning in the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies not only that, even in “Victory after all,” the conquest of war and riches still “seems a very gloomy business,” but also that, after the chaos and bloodshed, “So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!”²

The same spirit is captured in a very poignant deleted scene from the last of Peter Jackson’s Hobbit films (Battle of the Five Armies) where Bilbo, Bard, and Gandalf are taking in the carnage of the battle in Dale. When they seem ready to give up hope, Bilbo stops to plant a special acorn in the blood-soaked soil and says “That’s a promise. Under all that blood and dirt, there is a chance of new life. This may sound hopeless, it may sound foolish, but really what else can you do when faced with death, what can anyone do? You go on living.”³

Bearing in mind the words of Elrond, Gildor, and Bilbo, I set to work and and found myself with three 6-line stanzas and a final couplet. At an earlier point in the process I considered incorporating the numbers of the cards (five and twenty-one), but as the verse developed, fitting that mold became less important than doing justice to the words and the ideas themselves.


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Oftentimes, the course of deed
that moves the world’s turning wheels
is plot by hands with little need
for hoarded wealth or lordly zeal.
No greatness sought in prideful plans
can match the work of smaller hands.

Yet, while the tillage close to home
is hemmed by stone or noble hedge,
the wider world where others roam
is never far from acre’s edge.
Though hands may try to cage their doubt,
no fence can keep the whole world out.

If greater powers chase their gaze
and trample those beneath their feet
to set the wider world ablaze,
the wheels will turn on their conceit;
for under blood and ash and toil,
the smaller hands have tilled the soil,

And when the greedy shut their eyes,
the smallest from the earth shall rise.

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¹ (Elrond) J.R.R. Tolkien, The Ring Goes South, The Fellowship of the Ring

² (Bilbo) J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return Journey, The Hobbit

³ Jackson, P. (Director). (2014). The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies [Film]. New Line Cinema.

If You Build It

It’s the last day of a very successful National Poetry Writing Month, and I greatly appreciate everyone who has read (and interacted!) with my posts: I feel like, just maybe, I have enough momentum to keep this “regular update” thing going! Stick around and I suppose we’ll see.

Meanwhile, my thirtieth entry for April follows NaPo’s prompt “to write a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem.” I reread many of my posts and decided to revisit a triolet from the month’s halfway point, copied below for convenience:

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What point is there in trying to pretend
that walls of straw are better made than stone?
To build and rebuild houses without end,
what point is there? In trying to pretend
that wooden limbs could shelter and defend,
we mourn our loss where stronger winds have blown;
What point is there in trying to pretend
that walls of straw are better made than stone?

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Whatever metaphorical whirlwind I was caught up in for that post, another triolet seemed most appropriate for the retraction/ rebuttal :

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I’ve every faith in able builders’ hands,
no matter what materials they wield,
for straw or stone would bend to their command;
I’ve every faith. In able builders’ hands
are trusted tools and reputable plans
of artisans to whom the tempest yields.
I’ve every faith in able builders’ hands,
no matter what materials they wield.

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I definitely enjoyed this exercise in negating or questioning the theme of something I’d previously written: I think we could all stand to question our own convictions (and fictions) more often, and if I can climb over my ego— hello, fellow poets —maybe I’ll try to do so more often!

I’ve also begun experimenting with reading my poetry aloud and posting recordings for the world (wide web) to absorb and critique, so if that sounds like something you think you might enjoy, you’d be welcome over on my TikTok page: https://www.tiktok.com/@fall_of_adam (heads-up, poetry hasn’t been my primary content over there, so continue at your own discretion).

Once again, thanks to all of my readers, to the writers who I’ve been (mostly silently) stalking this month, and of course to NaPoWriMo for hosting another enchanting month! Write on, my partners-in-rhyme.

Of Sword and Sun

More poetic inspiration from my LOTR tarot deck:

I drew The Sun (Éowyn), the Queen of Wands (Arwen), and the Six of Swords. I was particularly interested in the Queen card’s directionality, suggesting that maybe I should begin with the card on the right, follow the middle card’s flow, and end at left.

The Swords (potentially) confer grief, a darkening heart, and a need to unburden oneself of anger and resentment. The Queen represents a peacemaker, one who channels gentle charm through a bold voice for the sake of bringing together while staying true to one’s convictions. The Sun is the heart of a free spirit, representing abundance and fearlessness, offering a reprieve for the self.

I didn’t incorporate the numbers this time, but instead focused on the themes and imagery to arrive at the following:

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The iron weight of anger
is a heavy sword to carry,
the edges of resentment
often honed too sharp to parry.

As griefstruck hearts may darken,
so may gentler voices rise, and
with the charm of their conviction
send their woes to far horizons:

Such breath would bear them westward
under sails and banners spun
upon the loom of understanding,
and approach the setting sun—

A sun whose own heart blazes
with abundance and reprieve,
a shield to shelter heartache
from regrets and fear unsheathed.

In time, the Sun will heal the hearts
and warm the breath that brought them,
and turn the swords, forgiven, on
the very fear that wrought them.

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I’m rather enchanted with the story that this spread told, and I’m pleased that such a decent and helpful moral unfolded. I might tinker with word placement later to better fit the meter and rhyme, but it’s mostly there.

Index of Awakening

Following NaPo’s prompt to write an index poem, using various entries from C.G. Jung’s Symbols of Transformation:

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I yearn for my words to attain absolute meaning
in the Abode of Souls.

It is the longing of Moth for Star,
the serpentine orbit of Heaven’s Queen
whose womb is my vessel.

Fire-maker,
I seek the primordial power of prayer!

Wanderer,
I roam the protruding parts and cavities of
this Body Inviolate,
conjunction of Rock, Tree, and Water!

Spirit,
I inhabit the mythic motifs
of the Dismembered,
the Reassembled,

And I reawaken to Rhythm—

regression,
renunciation,
resistance,

archaic fusion
transformed in my hunger
for the numinous.

Frustrated

Content warning on this collaboration: this one turned out rather sexually… aggressive? I figured I’d ask some friends for the following information and make a poem out of it:

Number from 2-12 (lines in the poem)
Sensory description
Number from 3-6 (feet per line)
3 action verbs (one to be used)
Idea (noun)
Question
Something natural
Something uncomfortable

The replies were as follows:

# 2-12: 6
Sensory description: spicy
# 3-6: 5
3 action verbs: kicking, running, fisting (their emphasis)
Idea (noun): Pythagorean Theorem
Question: who are you?
Something natural: grass
Something uncomfortable: financial conflict

Which led us to… this:

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When all you want to think about is kissing,
I can’t believe I’m dating such a square.
So when does it get spicy? Where’s the fisting?
The grass must be much greener over there!
If you think that you’re truly who my honey is,
then shut your mouth and put it where your money is.

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I mean… a poem’s a poem, right? Beggars can’t be choosers when it’s a poem a day! (Also I kind of cheated with the Pythagorean Theorem: I just used the “square” part of a2 + b2 = c2…)

(Less than) Stellar Reviews

Following NaPo’s Day 24 prompt “to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed.” Cue galaxy brain:

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I’ve visited Orion’s Belt
past Jupiter and Mars—
It wasn’t super fancy, though;
I’d give it like, three stars?

It might be worth the trouble if
you’ve only seen the sun—
it’s much too hot and blinding there;
I’d only give it one.

I wouldn’t cross the Milky Way
to see its core again—
don’t bother with the black hole there:
no stars, don’t recommend.

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I also came across this wonderful, silly little gem in Day 24’s comments, and it tickled me enough that I thought it had to be shared! Thanks for the (relatable!) laugh, Sarah!