Triolet: The Weaver's Song

Author: annmarwalk

Nominator: EdorasLass

2007 Award Category: Genres: Poetry

Story Type: Poetry  ✧  Length: N/A

Rating: General  ✧  Reason for Rating: N/A

Summary: Inspired by Boromir's fabulous cloak. A triolet is a poem or stanza of eight lines with a rhyme scheme abaaabab, in which the fourth and seventh lines are the same as the first, and the eighth line is the same as the second. Written for the "Cold" challenge at LJ community tolkien_weekly,

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Reviewed by: EdorasLass  ✧  Score: 7

I'm deeply envious of Ann's ability to work within this structure; I can usually manage free verse, haiku and the occasional filk, but I can not seem to manage other poetry forms without a great deal of swearing. Although she ventures into poetry rarely, Ann makes it seem very easy, especially with evocative lines like [Dark velvet and black sable, my blood and tears to fix the charm....I’ll weave my love like armor, to shield him from all harm.], mystical and powerful all at once, while being strongly evocative, portraying the cloak as something more than itself, and one can almost believe that this cloak is in fact something otherwordly, able to deflect swords or arrows. Besides that, this triolet seems very well suited to the LOTR-verse; although I first read this triolet with an animist's eye, hearing the words as the voice of the cloak itself, I can effortlessly hear weavers singing this song as they work, teaching their children and apprentices the cadence and how to match the act of weaving to the song (or vice versa). It's a perfectly gorgeous piece, and it's one of my favourite bits of poetry ever.

Reviewed by: Mechtild  ✧  Score: 4

This poem has a fiercely passionate voice--but who is *this* weaver who promises to make Boromir's clothes with such love they will protect him from harm and keep him warm, all through the power of her/his blood and tears? The mystery of the speaker’s identity adds to the poem’s appeal. I am very grateful you provided a note explaining the form. A triolet’s schema is complex; I marvel at your prowess in putting the puzzle together in such a powerful way.

Reviewed by: Elen Kortirion  ✧  Score: 4

I am always in awe of those able to master the discipline of formal verse - something beyond my ken. Here Ann achieves not only, seemingly, effortless mastery, but also a mystic 'rightness' within the world of Middle-earth. This is the Weaver's Song that if it was not chanted as Boromir's cloak was made... well then it should have been! I've loved and admired it since I first read it - it conjures so much within its brief structure, a subtle eloquence that leaves the reader satisfied, yet wanting to no more - lovely.

Reviewed by: Imhiriel  ✧  Score: 3

Intriguing idea, and the rhyme scheme is used to good effect. I love the idea that Boromir's cloak was made with love and the weaver hoped it might protect him not only from the cold, but would also ["shield him from all harm"]. The way the richness of it - ["dark velvet and black sable"] is emphasised gives it meaning on an immediate and a symbolical level.

Reviewed by: Dreamflower  ✧  Score: 3

I love poetry which is written to a specific structure. A triolet is not as simple to construct as it sounds, but this poet has risen to the occasion well; and her language shows the longing of the unnamed weaver for the one she is weaving for. Good job!

Reviewed by: Larner  ✧  Score: 3

A marvelous poem-charm to add warmth and richness and protection to the cloth from which Boromir's cloak is made. The rhyme scheme and scanning are perfect, as are the images the poem evokes. As always, Ann says so much in so few words, yet does so richly and with great beauty.

Reviewed by: agape4gondor  ✧  Score: 3

Oh my gosh! I thoroughly enjoyed these. I loved Boromir's cloak, and the flowers - which is which just still makes me giggle; and dearest Imrahil - yes indeed, time for a pony. Oh dear - I'm still giggling - delightful triolet. Thank you.