Nicholas Tolkien

Poet

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

@caesarah_ This is terrifying. I reported it. I'm so sorry this is happening to you Sarah.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

I hear the desert bloom of music,
the gray-brown Cassin’s Sparrow singing
while they fly, haunting lonesome prairies.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

I nurture you.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

You said you had lost your mother’s watch, that time
Stopped in a way that felt the world lost its bearings,
Hold me you asked, each time my knee grazes the rock.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

The cherry tree is ancient, it ruminates as I do.
I am nocturnal, trembling, burning leaves for you.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

Keatsian mood.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

Look: look closer, how you wound me, spreading
the light over me, like Anna Pavlova’s hands,
this is how form is received, the music contains
the lie of the broken thorn you pulled out, and flung
beside you, despairing of who drew the curtain over you.

[Nicholas Tolkien @NicholasTolkien]

The heart knows it is wild
like eyes that cannot close,
love in the time of volcanoes.
- N.T.