This is a golden shovel poem, or a poem that takes a line from another poem and uses each word in the line as the end word.
Above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars for ever dwell —J.R.R Tolkien
Eternal morning gleams above
the wood wherein nest all
your shining dreams. Past shadows
in a crumpled heap, she rides
her festal charger down into the
mountain keep, where the sun
is but a dim lamp and
flowers grow brighter than stars.
Arise, break camp, now sally forth to seek for-ever
the place hearthfire doth flicker and love dwell.
Reagan loves names and words and stories. She once studied creative writing and theatre arts, but today she homeschools, writes handwritten letters, and salvages her own little house on the prairie with a husband, daughter, and multiplying menagerie (one dog, two cats, and a flock of chickens). Her favorite seasons are winter, spring, summer, and fall. Follow her blog, The Grace Book, to read more of her work.