
all that is owned is empty or
flaking rust from dull razors
drawing ley from
rope raw wrist to
hangman's etching,
all briar tangled between

all that is owned is empty or
flaking rust from dull razors
drawing ley from
rope raw wrist to
hangman's etching,
all briar tangled between
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well met we at the sieidi
standing at watch of water
a hand change hand
a breath touch song
a call to crow new dawns
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides. Laguz is often associated with feminine energies and journeys via water.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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Just to follow-up on my little experiment, the results were a bust. That doesn’t disprove the idea that people can be connected by dream, it’s just that this particular case was not a mutually-shared experience.
Several salient details I wondered if I might hear about after posting:
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ache on more mantic &
less onto dreaming
hand pat knee thigh
tears eye entwine
a dollar thin love
cut from small bones
touch a tear to tongue
& linger nectar sweet...
something stolen in
that silence between
one breath & the next
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something dies
something arises
both will end
in blood and in tears
wetting chapped lips
sharp ends dragged
ragged across
it all
come close to hold
both to small and in mouse
let us gaze upon limeslit
scrim and heavy
past aged oak and envy
here is the tale of night
in where
something dies
something arises
something comes of
shadow to light
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