Category: writing

  • casting runes — 17dec25

    othala
    i fell chasms
    i drowned lake bottoms
    to reclaim my ancient teeth

    old man crag
    accepted my pointed bone
    before he swept me home
    a-chatter on north winds

    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.

  • beaivi

    kissing the horizon
    she slipsbone pale
    fingers slick of hope
    at return on the
    other side of night
    we wave and
    give to grave our
    many pasts on
    black wings
    of the crow
  • simple things:

    simple things:
    four different ways
    skies and stone
    above and below
    and those places
    left in between

    black sheen brow
    crossed of blood
    cut ashen
    i turn my
    flint head away
  • casting runes — 16dec25

    kenaz
    after pasts go to pyre
    burning the longest night
    a brand to sear away
    open sores left behind

    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.

  • val sans retour

    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
    given to pressing petals of
    her fragrant valley sheltered
    drinking her butterfly wine
    grown over gone under
    lingers myrrh sweet inside
    slumber her summer slopes
    tracing dew along her lines...
    who would wish for return
    after lingering this vale?
  • At Winterkiss

    conceptual portrait of hands with red thread
    Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com

    Lingering at midnights, the skin’s hollow drum thrumming with tension tugging taut the skin in anticipation as black coil fingernails trace leys down the soft flesh of an inner forearm. First right, then left, setting lines burning like fireflies down to the fingertips.

    Comes at winterkiss. “Are you ready,” said she. A nod with it begins, her kiss leaving every nerve burning alive.

    A furtive nod, afraid the spell will break and longing for the neverending. Miraculously, there is only long vibrations humming through, a guitar string of tension bound under flesh.

    All bells break, shatter the water’s razor edge and then begins a falling, a falling lingering a twilights all that remains is the skin’s hallow drumming while wondering at Elektra and if might this be that hunger she beheld.

  • casting runes — 15dec25

    dagaz
    come on in twist, for
    a turn on the scythe
    to carve away thin
    to skate on black ice

    dance on night fires
    pierce ragged hearts
    ribbons to raw, to dream
    in everlasting kiss

    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.

  • under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & follow me dark river
    nadir kissed & ragged lips
    under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & twist shadow at murder
    cross silver ashen pale
    to carry her winter words

    come this solstice night
    we stand stone whores with
    blood marked cheeks
    under her lacuna moon
  • sudden as sunset

    as sudden as sunset
    the sadness descends
    with old blood weight
    on the pristine of snow
    she shifts inside, sighs
    finger draws the frosted panes
  • 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.