Do We Lament the Lost: Lament for Galadriel remix

Author: aranelgoldenflower

Nominator: aranelgoldenflower

2011 Award Category: Poetry: Post Ring War

Story Type: Poetry  ✧  Length: N/A (Non-Fiction or Poetry)

Rating: General  ✧  Reason for Rating: N/A

Summary: Arwen laments Galadriel's passage west and her own passing. a remix of Lament for Galadriel by Kaylee Arafinwiel.

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Reviewed by: The Lauderdale  ✧  Score: 6

A lovely poem, in which Arwen reflects on her grandmother, Galadriel, the separate roles they occupy ([evening and morning]), and the separating choices they have made. She also reflects on their relationships with others: Celeborn and Aragorn, Elrond and Celebrian, unnamed but alluded to with a gentle delicacy, as in the following: [You say I cannot imagine your sorrow, but I have my father’s sorrow enough. All these years and still I see the relief in his eyes that my hair is dark.] Although this is purely subjective, for me, the final lines opened Arwen herself up to closer scrutiny: I doubt Galadriel's memories of her daughter, Arwen's mother, have been "smoothed" in the way that she imagines. It made me wonder if these thoughts were colored by some trace of bitterness about her own choice, as yet unrecognized but manifesting in resentment of the "hard," unfading Galadriel. ...on a side note, the offhanded notion of a Galadriel who chooses to go east ([I will remain,/ as you,/ diminish as you wish,/ go west/ or east/ your heart will tell the way]) is a stunning and seductive idea.

Reviewed by: Dreamflower  ✧  Score: 4

This poem was written as a remix of another poem, and it complements it perfectly. The imagery is strong, the feelings evoked are provocative. Arwen, Celebrian, Galadriel-- all so different, three women of the same family, granddaughter, daughter, grandmother. Arwen sees things about her grandmother that perhaps she had never considered until their fates were sundered. Beautifully rendered!

Reviewed by: Virtuella  ✧  Score: 3

Dear aranelgoldenflower, this is a beautiful piece of poetry, evoking fleeting images that have a very elvish feel to them. I liked your use of simile and how you drop in the word “perhaps” here and there to show that there is no certainty in these matters. Lovely piece indeed.