Grey Havens Doodles!

At every Grey Havens and Grey Havens YA meeting, we are fortunate to have many artists in our midst. One day, I hope to catch up on scanning and posting at least some of the amazing pieces of art that seem to magically appear during our book discussion meetings. Here are just a few from last week. If you attend one of our upcoming events, such as our Blind Date with a Book Fundraiser or our Real Myth and Mithril Symposium, you will be able to take home an original doodle by a GHG artist as a thank you for a small donation.

What a deal! You can support the GHG mission and take home a tangible example of how a talented artist creates. Here are a few doodles from last week’s meetings.

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Detail of an Unfinished Doodle by Donna Clement at Grey Havens Meeting

Do you recognize the ship and the magnificent bird flying out to meet it?

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Detail of Dragonrider Doodle by Devon Towry at Grey Havens Meeting

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Elf Doodle by Devon Towry at Grey Havens Meeting

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A Dragon Proclaims its Love of GHYA by karinasaib at YA Meeting

We would love to see this on a t-shirt! Wouldn’t you?

vulcan salute doodle

A Grey Havens YA member reminds her friends to live long and prosper!

You can help the Grey Havens Group and Grey Havens YA to live long and prosper with your donation and by attending our entertaining and enlightening events, such as the Real Myth and Mithril Symposium in April, 2015. Register for the symposium before April 15 to receive the Early Bird Special!

Visit our site again for a glimpse of a beautiful, new Tolkien-inspired piece by artist, Dan Hollingshead, and for more artwork from our young members at greyhavensya.com. As a bonus, here are some photos to give you an idea of what happens when we let our YA members express themselves on a white board!

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mouth eyes board

uni doodle

Grey Havens Group/Grey Havens YA
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Thank you for your support!

Lines in Honor of Our Anniversary: Poetry from GHG Members

Did you know that the Grey Havens Group marks its fourth anniversary this month? We will be celebrating the occasion a little late with our annual Hall of Fire gathering in which our fellowship shares games, good food and, most importantly, reads poems and passages from our favorite writers as we fill up the corners into the early hours of the morning. To tide you over until the party begins, here are some brilliant rhymes from GHG members.

Let’s start with a limerick, written last year in honor of our group by the GHG member known to our regular readers as pipeweedjesus. It captures the magic of our group so perfectly that it never fails to bring a tear to my eye.

There once was a group called Grey Havens,
Reading Tolkien, and Barfield, and Gaiman.
They meet and discuss,
And disagree much,
Shaping moments of pure Sub-Creation.

Thank you, pipeweedjesus!

More recently, I challenged our group to come up with a whole new set of Tolkien-themed limericks. Proven limerick master, Katy, was the first to accept. Here are some of her valiant verses.

A clever young Hobbit named Tim
Remained always nimble and slim
Despite six meals a day.
He kept on that way
By having two quite hollow limbs.

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A Dwarf with a very long beard
Faced the Dragon that all others feared.
By the end of the fight
He was a truly grim sight,
For his braids were all smoking and seared.

Next, pipeweedjesus entered the fray with his clever contribution.

The Hobbit was written by Tolkien.
Could they film it, fans asked, without choking?
But the movie was bad,
The fans were so sad.
Mr. Jackson, is that pipeweed you’re smoking?

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Finally, Scott Rochat, a former contributor to this blog, took up the gauntlet with these remarkable rhymes!

Frodo shook off a sting and a bite,
Spear and knife couldn’t do him in quite,
But when Sam learned to play,
On the banjo one day,
He screamed and ran into the night.

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There was Merry and Pippin and Sam,
Plus Frodo and Strider the Man,
Legolas came and Gimli,
Boromir died quite grimly,
And Gandalf fell over the span.

I was so impressed with Scott’s poetic prowess that I told him to drop and give me a sonnet. To my astonishment, he did–in just under twelve minutes!

The Ring, so bright, began in Sauron’s hand,
His aim to crush and rule the bright and Free,
But Isildur sliced off that golden band,
Then fell and left it washing t’wards the Sea,

But deep it stayed within a hidden lake,
Where Deagol raised it back into the light,
Beside him, Smeagol vowed the Ring to take,
He killed, then took his Precious far from sight,

Five hundred years rolled on, until the day,
When Bilbo Baggins came to Gollum’s cave,
He found the Ring; it helped him get away,
Then urged him to lay Gollum in his grave,

The pity Bilbo showed , to stay his hand,
May yet be praised by every realm and land.

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Then, just to amaze us all, he came right back with a sestina. Lots of smart people I know couldn’t even spot a sestina in a lineup!

“Reborn.”

Once there dwelt a mighty Man,
Named Beren, heart-struck with loveliest Elf,
Fair Luthien, she laid aside her life,
They claimed the gems from Morgoth’s very crown,
She pledged her soul to one who lost his hand,
And joined him in the tales of Middle-Earth.

Ages roll in Middle-Earth,
And once again there comes a valiant Man,
To throw down Sauron must he set his hand,
And yet his eye falls on a lovely Elf,
He for the briefest while forgets his crown,
He knows she is the purpose of his life.

But what can they know of life?
For darkness plots to claim all Middle-Earth,
The throne lies empty, no one wears the crown,
Two realms must be restored before the Man
Can win the blessing of Elrond Half-Elf,
Can ask and win the lovely Arwen’s hand.

In Mordor waits the Black Hand,
Yet lacking one thing still to claim all life,
Not gold of Dwarf or hidden lore of Elf,
But one small simple ring in Middle-Earth,
The Ring of Pow’r, bereft him by a Man
Of ages past, an heir to Gondor’s crown.

But now strange fate wins its crown,
The Ring comes to a simple Hobbit hand,
And now the fate of Aragorn the Man,
Is to protect its bearer with his life,
One desp’rate chance to save all Middle-Earth,
And then return to wed Arwen the Elf.

He must fare far from his Elf,
A Ranger and a King without a crown,
To many realms and lands of Middle-Earth,
Yet he knows fate lies in a smaller hand,
As Sam and Frodo now must risk their life,
At stake,the lives of Elf and Dwarf and Man.

Middle-Earth, rejoice! For a ruined hand,
Restores the crown, brings the White Tree to life,
And joins at last the love of Elf to Man.

Top that, blog readers! Leave your Tolkien-themed poetry in comments. Be sure to identify the poetic form. Everything is welcome, from limericks to free verse to disco song lyrics. Give us something worthy to sing in our Hall of Fire!

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