Category: writing

  • we hunger

    hunger at the dog end day
    teeth aching for a bite with
    no right, straining to
    contain the wolf inside

    they might imagine
    they know, they know
    but they never feel
    the gnawing of a beast
    from inside, that one
    which hungers tonight
  • casting runes — 22jan26

    ehwaz
    if you were to call—
    i would ride with wings
    on the dream
    seeking to draw those
    poison years
    away from your heart

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja (guardian spirit), and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust. Any undertaken journey may be spatial, emotional or spiritual.

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

  • snare

    cantrips give to thrall
    waiting only on
    a binding word
    before to draw
    the snare tight around
    a willing throat
  • lotus eating

    Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash
    fingernail leys bind bare thighs
    red drawn in night teeth biting
    through musk and dew writhing
    we ache to be lotus eaters
    drowning in the sweetest wine
  • casting runes — 21jan26

    isaz
    holding our steambreath
    we wait for sunwarmed icicles
    to shatter themselves on below

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

    Today’s rune is isaz, a rune that is translated as the word “ice”. Sources associate isaz with a calmness, present moment or stillness. As ice, isaz is sometimes associated with standstill, stagnation, stasis or contraction; even at times as pristine beauty with seductive qualities.

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

  • neverseen

    spike pierced this
    pulsing gristle
    caged within my ribs
    i cannot stopheart
    this as i ought, nor
    severazor gossamer tethers
    untugging from afar

    all is ache and fugue
    while doves mourn their
    rose-scattered dreams
    in the sometime, i grew shattered
    everaining
    a wraith in neverseen
  • casting runes — 20jan26

    othala
    she walks in beauty
    land unfolding
    to receive her while
    she brings her shine on

    earth mother
    star daughter
    moonchild

    these are our legacy laying
    under the blazing sun

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.

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

  • casting runes — 19jan26

    kenaz
    huddling close to your flame
    with my frost-ravaged skin
    your lips could heal
    these still-open wounds

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

    Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.

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

  • torrid cafe

    barefoot hanging at
    the torrid cafe
    pretending desperate
    to look away but
    a smirk and a wink
    and all secrets exposed
    in the red rush rising
    as he stands up
    leaving coffee to go cold
    all alone
    at the torrid cafe
  • bury

    i would bury myself,
    your warmth rising around
    if i could but find you
    adrift within the dream