The White of Simbelmynë (Evermind, Evermind)
by Tark's Work
Just a little prodding by the Muse I HAD to get off my chest. You know how it is. White flowers growing on grave mounds were bound to inspire someone at some point. I'm not quite sure I do the image justice, but I'll let reviewers be the judge of that.
Thanks to anyone who reviewed "The Lament of Tilion" or "Of the Home", by the way. I'm diligently working away on the latter's next chapter.
Enjoy!
Blossom of white
Pallor dotting green.
Catches mocking sunlight.
Flower of death's colorless sheen
Laments not.
Evermind, evermind!
They lament
But Evermind
Never minds.
Simbelmynë weeps not
For the lot
Of those who stand
Spirits leaden
And eyes reddened
Hidden in tear-streaked hands.
Who beside the funeral-wain
Erect remain
Thus belying
Broken hearts trying
To overcome their
Despair.
Evermind, evermind!
They weep
But you
Never mind.
Simbelmynë!
Do you not know
Where
You grow?
Evermind, evermind!
Do you
Ever mind?
Why must you scorn
The grief of the lovelorn
And their anguish as they mourn?
Evermind, evermind!
They grieve!
But you offer
No reprieve
And
Never mind.
Their tears as dew
Every morning new
Eternal yet ephemeral
Gleaming, fall
On pale petals
Of cheer and color spent
And heartlessly indifferent.
Evermind, evermind!
Their hearts
Break
Their bodies
Shake
With sobbing.
But you
Never mind.
Simbelmynë!
Do you not hear
The funeral dirge
Why then do you wear
Your raiment of white?
Mourners are on the verge
Of wailing, of weeping, of tears
You might
Put on
Respectfully don
A cloak of black
For the loss
You cannot
Know.
But pity
You will not
Show.
Evermind, evermind!
They cry out
In anguished shouts
But you
Never mind.
Simbelmynë, why
As years and lives pass by
Chilling and swift
As the northern wind
Can you not lift
Can you not rescind
This mantle of death
And gladden hearts
Comfort impart
To those still with life and breath?
Evermind, evermind!
Comfort they chase
Theybeg forsolace
But you
Never mind.
Will you not forsake
These grassy mounds?
Do not be bound
To grief and flowered graves
To This place where sorrow
Bleak as night's shades
With no promised morrow
Ever hounds.
Evermind, evermind!
Will you
Cease to
Never mind?
A chill breeze
Tosses leaves
Rustles
White petals
Softly murmuring
Their refusals.
Intheir white sheath
Ever re-minding
Of death
Evermind
Declines.
"Here we have grown,
Here we will remain
Until our white
Turns to brown.
Here where Your dead
Are lain
Here where
We receive
The tears you shed.
Can we depart?
Have we feet?
Can we weep?
Have we a heart?
What other raiment
Do we possess
That we might dress
For your bereavement?
No, white we are
And white we stay
Til the time is ours
To perish and fade."
Ever mind, ever mind
The whiteness
Of the evermind.
Sprinkled on the green.
In time, in time
All falls
Underneath
The evermind.