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From Across the Fire Pit (FAFP)

You sit out under the stars, alone. As the flames begin to die down, and shadows close in around you, Someone speaks from across the fire pit...
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04.04.202514:00
Lament for the Rohirrim
By J. R. R. Tolkien

Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk,
And the bright hair flowing?

Where is the hand on the harpstring,
And the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest,
And the tall corn growing?

They have passed like rain on the mountain,
Like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West,
Behind the hills into shadow.

Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

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23.03.202518:24
What Is FAFP?

What Is FAFP?

From Across the Fire Pit (FAFP) is a joint creative venture between writer and poet Edward England, and the Order of the Sacred Mannerbunde.

The purpose of the project is to share poetry, specifically made by England and members of the OSM, in both written and spoken format.

It is the belief of England that something is missed when poetry is simply read off the page, and in order to truly experience the depth of the furor poeticus, poetry must be spoken and heard.

A presence approaches from across the fire pit…

Substack: https://acrossthefirepit.substack.com
24.03.202515:05
Heptarchy
By Edward England

Seven lords in crowned helms,
Seven kings of seven realms.
Bone and horn and steel and rime,
Locked in court for all of time.

Great oaken doors bound up in frost,
The locks are frozen, keys are lost.
They groan and roar, the ice unsealed,
An ancient scene therein revealed.

The hall was long and broad and tall,
And glowed with mirth before the fall
But now stood empty, dead, a shell,
As still as stone, as cold as Hell.

Icebound sword in icebound grip,
Icebound axe at icebound hip...

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