Forget that I’m a middle-aged woman,
a mother and wife, bound
to the Earthly realities
of our conceited times.

I could be a hobbit…

Frodo Baggins! Or Pippin,
or even Samwise! I would be brave,
but scared most of the time,
when darkness dogged
my hairy heels, and freaked my mind
with walking Dread, my sword I’d clasp
as I fight back, cleaving to virtue's loft.

I could be an elf…

A maiden, dark-haired and lithe,
I’d fall in love with a handsome prince,
Aragorn, whose bloodline runs true and pure.
My strength of self would serve all well,
I’d give my life for his loving eyes,
but in the end, find grace. Or, picture this,
a warrior strong, heir to a White City's towered
lands, honored vanguard, we
who never sleep, for evil’s reach grows long.
Battles, and battles, will end my life,
But honorably, I die.

I could be a wizard…

Gandalf’s kin, a daughter unknown,
Gandafree could be my name.
My father’s split staff, which was sapling-backed,
has always been my pride. I dreamed
of a time, events divined, I helped him
in his fray, with Balrog’s whip,
unseen, I slipped
between the two that day.

Sigh…I could be a dwarf, an orc,
an Arkenstone, or Moria’s depths,
or tears that were kept,
maybe Sauron’s eye or
Frodo’s fresh-maimed hand.

Instead, I am me.

But, I could be a hobbit…

Erin Moen
12/10/03
Copyright 2003 ©

In honor of J.R.R. Tolkien, my first love affair with a book began with The Hobbit, expanded to include "The Lord of the Rings". And has continued to this day. I have two complete sets, from different eras, I've read this world ten plus times, and never tire of its fantasy-smitten adoration of my mind's eye. My daughter now has the fever, she loves Legolas, I love her.