behind storm eye throbbing
of poison thorn years
lurks still blue longings
fading behind washed denim
and duels drawing crimson
over fresh fallen snow
matching ash of her hair in
the brilliance of the rising sun
Category: writing
of the rising
casting runes — 02jan26

gebo i will meet you
at the crossroads
crows cussing at the wind
i offer up knowing eyes
you offer up the same
crows still cussing the wind
we both follow the
most broken road
crows silent on the windA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is gebo, which has a core meaning of “gift”. This relates to all forms of reciprocity: transaction, generosity, hospitality and sacrifice (in the sense of giving up something). It may also mean offering up a talent or skill; or gebo may suggest a synergistic, possibly romantic, relationship.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
games they play
i hate these games they play, i
start cutting up the words
start cutting up the pieces
and stare with heroin eyes
smudged and kohl, waiting with
torn fishnets gutter drenched
i teardrop the rain and ruin
waiting for the day you
feel these barbed wire kisses
humming on the wind
for the day you understand
the words i cut to pieces
with steel from heroin eyescasting runes — 01jan26

raido this stony road rambles
back to the beginning
a beggar's blind
under low riding clouds
rain pelts grey to black againA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is raido, which has been translated as “ride” and the implied “journey”. This may be spatial and literal in practice (a physical journey), or it may be more figurative (an inner/shamanic journey, i.e., útiseta). The rune is associated with cyclic motion and the movement of the sun. Some consider the journey represented by raido to be that of returning.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
mystery home
a smaller world i found today--
catseye azure in my palm
stained in beartooth red,
trimmed in carbon and coal
painting what i sought
to know
river washes over ford
time washes granite
carrying the mystery homeBe careful for what you seek, lest you find it.
casting runes — 31dec25

algiz we walk without even whisper
under a vast tree
some to sacrifice an eye
some to learn to see
growing laughter above —
knowledge that all choice is moot
for the gathered conspiracyA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
breaking
streetlight flurries
these early hours
wordbroke, we gather slush
chuck it gutterside
pretending we write
something breaking iceravaged

Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash temptation drifts to river red
flowing out and away of
dry husk crinkle breeze me
parched of sunbleached bone
shift the sands slipstream
hush, now baby-baby, hush
flutter at whispers dry
chapped and in peel, ravaged for
kissing phantoms in the nightcasting runes — 30dec25

isaz not unlike sun-spangled snow
your beauty brilliantly blinds
binds me to something bright
that i can never have, i am left to
living as your shadow insteadA 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.
far gone seas

Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash embracing aether tendril tugs
while whispering my wishes
back to me, offering
drifts in calmer currents
drifts off to far gone seas
some days i dream of dying
others, i know already that i have
been dying for decades
just a silver slip and falling
her arms catch, on gentle wings
to carry me, bringing
drifts in calmer currents
drifts off to far gone seas






