Mólala lístan*
namba talyainen niquis
et i lotsello

Toiling bee
hammers with its feet a petal
out of the flower

*lístan: kenning for bee "honey-maker"

Talan lassea -
nu nelleo nén tinda
tuileo tuimar
cénar aurion naltar
i váner - i tuluvar

Leafy ground -
under brook's glinting water
Spring's buds
see reflections of days
those that went - those to come

Alve hrívesse
ingaryasse cucua
hára fanyasse

Elm in winter
on its top a dove
sits on a white cloud

A short poem to start the year with. Tinwerúme is a coinage for 'starling', and it is sort of a blend between the English name of the bird, referring to its star-speckled plumage, and the Hungarian one (seregély), which alludes to its habit of gathering into great flocks at sunset and swirling around spectacularly, before setting down to night's rest.

aureo quenta
tecina certainen ló
maiwi olosses

I wonder if someone finds out what I have seen!

Here is another experiment with a fixed form - a triolet.

I lóme melinye
rá ilyan ya calima
imbe Menel Cemenye.
I lóme melinye
yá silme *cirihtanye
ar tintanye licuma,
an i lóme melinye
rá ilyan ya calima.

Things that I like

I love the night
for all that is bright
between Heaven and Earth.
I love the night
when I reap the starlight
and kindle a candle,
for I love the night
for all that is bright.

And here is an English version also in Triolet form:

It may sound trite, but the night I love
for all that is fair and bright

Lasselanta en
mal hríve úva véna.
Hlarin hlusseya
yá lóri aunorir as
norolinde *nyarrinci

Autumn still
but winter is drawing near to us.
I hear his whisper
when dreams run away together with
lightly tripping mice.

*We do not seem to have a word for mouse, so I made the rat smaller !
A Tanka on a recurring event, when winter comes, some mice insist on putting to the test our hospitality :)

I nordor tárar
et lumbotelumello
ve tulce sundar
nute menel cemenna
hloita indo lumbenen

The oaks are standing
out of the cloud-canopy
like immovable roots
to tie heaven to earth
to poison mood with gloom

This is two poems I wrote a while ago, and since I am self-learning myself in quenya, I'm a little unsure if I got everything right.

Órenye ná harna
Nánye nyere
Meranye laume sanie eressa
Hauta!
Hauta, meldanya.

...and...

Rossëvëa no helmanye
Peulya appa antonya
Nirinya
Lanta moica
Andúnvë mi cálë firë
Vindanye mir móre
Firfiru
Yá lóme tule

The last one is the one I'm the most unsecure with. Please be kind and correct me.

Yours Truly
Issien

Yondo kapa
Mi lóne luine
Ve pumpole,
Uilello amu
Lute máluhto.

A boy leaping
In the deep gulf of blue
Like a mer-bubble,
From the seaweed upwards
Swims with a pair of friends.