re The Morgaine Saga

Sort of "found poetry", and yet not really true "found poetry".

What I usually do is, I open a book and try to make a poem out of the words nearest the left margin (or the right margin, or the center of the page, depending on my mood; these are all from the left margin).

I wrote these for April being National Poetry Month.

I.

Considered it,
man compelled at once-
no.

Take her orders and the door.
It closed questioningly.

He felt sick- and yet-
there, beginnings remain.

page 65 of The Morgaine Saga (omnibus edition)
Gate of Ivrel by C.J. Cherryh

II.

There-
deep places
often overgrown
in
passage-
the hills,
born to this land
without sleep and rest,
lag by several lengths
at dusk,
against the
sprawling and untidy
maps.

To learn the names
of the land
where spring flowed,
drink
from her hand,
drinking them.

He nodded,
and
little
came
down.

page 413 of the Omnibus edition The Morgaine Saga
Well of Shiuan by C.J. Cherryh

III.

Song was neither outcry nor sheltering.
Do not Lord now if we help that one left-
only sin and his kinfolk.

The hall was long and restless,
wings making fire at last,
quiet without armor,
the hour very well organized.

Eyes that had lain on wars came. "Is it?"
"Aye. Answered, known, and may it be."

Fifteen hundred years distressed him.

from page 529 The Morgaine Saga (omnibus edition)
Fires of Azeroth by C.J. Cherryh