Fulfilled Rites -- A Found Poem (the No Stones to Build, Or Wood to Burn Remix) by Linaewen

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The essence of found poetry is that you can find poetry anywhere! A Found Poem is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases from a significant passage and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and/or lines (and consequently meaning), or by altering the text. In this case, I have edited the original so that I have several sections of ten lines each, with each line being no longer than 8 words. The words are left in the same order, but the sequence of the phrases can be changed and repeated. I added no words of my own, using words only found in the text; though words cannot be added, they can be eliminated. The end result is poetry I "found" in Peregrin Ionad's piece written in honor of Boromir.


Boromir, bravest son of Gondor!
I give him tears, a lament -- fulfilled rites.
His hand -- cold as I grasp it;
His hand slick with blood.
His face -- slack and emotionless in death;
Fair face holding strange peace.
I clasp his face, begin to weep;
My tears storm and flood, long forced away.
He deserves to be mourned fully,
Fast-falling tears and a lament.

Boromir, bravest son of Gondor!
I give him tears, a lament -- fulfilled rites.
Stones to build a cairn?
But how little time!
Wood to build a pyre? There is wood;
But smoke would draw attention we cannot afford.
Weighting the body with stones?  River take it?
An ignoble end!
He deserves to be mourned fully,
Fast-falling tears and a lament.

Boromir, bravest son of Gondor!
I give him tears, a lament -- fulfilled rites.
The Anduin runs straight; straight to Gondor.
Elven boats test the wild current;
Elven boats, better than those built by Men.
Let the River take him home!
No dishonor!
No foul creature shall dishonor his bones!
He deserves to be mourned fully,
Fast-falling tears and a lament.

Boromir, bravest son of Gondor!
I give him tears, a lament -- fulfilled rites.
We place him in a boat, Elven boat;
Surround him with weaponry, armour of foes.
Let no creature dishonor corpse or bones;
Let the River take him home!
His hand -- cold as I grasp it;
Fair face holding strange peace.
He deserves to be mourned fully,
Fast-falling tears and a lament.

Boromir, bravest son of Gondor!
He deserves to be mourned fully.
I weep bitterly beside his body;
Tears flood down my cheeks.
Fast-falling tears and a lament;
Mourned as fully as a king.
Boat -- a cairn; weaponry of foes -- a pyre.
River -- take him home, straight to Gondor.
Boromir, bravest son of our fellowship!
I give him tears, a lament -- fulfilled rites.




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