Author: michael raven

  • casting runes — 13dec25

    thurisaz
    pierced sleeve hearts
    drive to pale hollow
    shadow, wraith and man

    dreaming verdant gardens
    there, in tanglewood
    desolation, an angel, iron sea

    thunder sparks the stone
    him in waiting

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • Half-penny thoughts — 13dec25

    Here’s a question for you. I won’t get much into a preamble because it is an oldie (but goodie) that is rattling around in my fat head for some reason or another and I’ve decided that I’m curious on the current state of affairs with opinions on the subject.

    What are your thoughts on the concept of “love at first sight”? Does such a thing even exist, or is it a romantic notions more akin to fantasy than reality? If it exists (for you), does it require the other party to reciprocate that love? Or does it still exist when the feeling is unilateral? What the heck is “love at first sight” anyway?

    As things are wont to do on these 1/2p posts, feel free to go off on your own tangents with your comments, just stick to the concept of “love at first sight”. I have my own thoughts but I am more interested in what you might have to say about it, no matter how mundane or outlandish those thoughts might be. For science! Or, just to satisfy my curiosity.

    And… Go!

  • snow queen

    phantasm i the winter white
    flowing through empty
    fingers trace rail wood ruddy
    dust undisturbed to wake

    linger long hallways and
    snow queen her dwelling
    in the still failing faint,
    unseen her dark eyes
  • casting runes — 12dec25

    jera
    grey gone him raven
    fetching at flint
    festering storm winds

    grey gone him raven
    turning at stone
    her come kiss our winter

    grey gone him raven
    arthritic at tree
    curse to carve a snow

    tok


    tok



    tok

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is jera. Jera is translated as “year”, and has also been translated as “harvest”. This rune is representative of cycles, the “wheel of the year”, the union of opposites (implied by the summer half of the year ending, winter half of the year beginning), balance, as well as cause/effect relationships.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • Half-penny thoughts — 12dec25

    The only thing they feared more than failure was success.

    – appropriated variant of a common phrase, applied to The Replacements

    There are several variations of the above quote from across time; I’m not sure who said something like it originally. There are several people credited with saying something like it. It has been rattling around in my head since I saw it (again), although I cannot say exactly why.

    There’s something somewhat terribly romantic in that notion, isn’t there? That idea that failure is somehow more desirable than success, even if driven by a fear response.

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  • under

    stone blind the woodpost
    and standing antler pale
    we nightwing under

    falling into her lovi
    love, fallen in her
    let us dream a song-her
    let us fall within her home

    we heartdrum blackwing
    at edge lake drift snow
    we break our under

    lovi, we dream us,
    deep within her home
  • casting runes — 11dec25

    dagaz
    twilight torches
    push at shadows,
    hint at a dawn
    blanketed in mists & fog

    one hand beckons
    another wards away
    while the drifter
    goes on the drift
    in twilight once again

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • unmoored

    my mind is on the drift   and
    i cannot find the will     to
    moor it anymore,      perhaps
    i will butterfly      instead
  • one last

    Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash
    all i ask is for
    just one last kiss
    before dying
    just that one last
    chance at bliss
    before i surrender
    in your arms
  • casting runes — 10dec25

    ingwaz
    drifting hollowbone
    to fill of the empty
    fall back, fall back
    to slender dark cold
    salts slip of memory

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.