of nimüe at the lake in gazing for
a reflection of her other selves
gazing in an unblemished return
for she wears these many faces
having become so many
she has lost her original view
so she waits and waits for fogs to burn
to see herself anew
Category: writing
of nimüe
half-sick
everything return and
goes to loaming in under—
call rook or declare crow
truth is of water
unstirred by eddy
as by the reeds her
shallow barge flows
half-sick of shadows
she whispers, lips dry
as she rivers through
i, too, grow
half-sick of shadows
aching for the moonflow
she flows scarlet and scarred
through leaden falling snows
grace over fell, wending 'round trees
with black hair and crow—
a drifter gazing in thrallshadows
nothing to lose
nothing to prove
slipping along that
thin grey line
surrendering to
the lady of shadows--
let her bring
what she will bringdrops
slippers slap her feet
as she walks the snaking
curve of the street
she stops every few feet
when one or the
other drops
away
phone in hand, debating
if i should call to get her help
but too mesmerized by
the step, the slap, the drop, the pause
to dial the phone todayAside from the sense that the passenger through life was not quite in full charge of her actions, there was no real reason to dial for assistance for the woman. She was my age, give or take, a little bedraggled and was wearing a house robe, but otherwise seemed to only be suffering from footwear that was entirely inappropriate for her journey. I decided that my intervention was probably not welcome and I put my phone down.
scatterleaf
here, her season blows in
hair dancing, standing razors ledge
wings stretched in embrace air
scatterleaf and fallen umber
we ache for her voidkiss
to carry us breath for wind
while thunder hooves drive
hearts to poundtossing a rune — 02oct25
ansuz a turning away
with one eye blind
but some things
cannot be unseen
a heavy sigh
for the dead & dying—
a heartache but
for all the reapingA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
night skin you, day skin you
a dream of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from the barrows
to give to hold, drinking you in
before the everblind
leave me to slumber at
the foot of your altar
with peekaboo sunshine
warming the empty of eye
let this mantic fade from view
a nightmare of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from make-dust
from the depths of our youthfirst kiss
[response]
stone raven black
her slow hand turns
on the moon
in lace and silhouette
waiting on dusk
to kiss me
a bridge closer home,
ever to her side[call]
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colors, the first kiss~ Siamese Twins
digging in the middens
I am having a bit of a dry spell when it comes to creative writing, which is neither unusual or much of a bother.
When the desert decides to take up residence in my head, I sometimes power through and other times I find “less creative” ways to keep writing (like this post). I don’t let it bother me when the ideas go fooom and I am left with a cranium filled mostly with fluff. But I do keep writing when that happens because I invariably discover something I want to write about as I am “just writing”.
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