awake to ear ringing
& litmus tests papering
our present lavender
faint, the voice calling
so i resthead on the ley
hoping for to clarion that
lost in babble on & on
a need to root in & stone
branching out & to oak
careless as a whisper
on the wind
i wait for them in
forgotten corridors
waiting to begin
Category: writing
waiting to begin
casting runes — 08jan26

wunjo tug of the healer calling
drawing up a hood
walking the woods
as i did once & againA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
hex

Photo by Nastia Petruk on Unsplash to you who would soak us
in our own blood:
your swagger sickens me
i reject your new amerika,
you piggies at the trough
with your shit-filled lies.
when your butcher's bill comes
i pray to all the gods that
it is you who pays the pricecasting runes — 07jan26

fehu daggers gnaw the wolf's belly
as he surveys snowy plains for
young reindeer to offer "protection"A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
of the vale
lean in, ask
none of this exists until
you lean in and ask
given to fever in drift
flowing over in waves
my jaw aches for silence
wired shut
you dream in a
wordspun heaven only
a breath away
lean in, askrose of sanctuary
sell me rose of sanctuary
in rainsoaked night
help me forget in rhythm
as you pull me in under
the afterglow neon lights
and grant me sweet releasecasting runes — 06jan26

thurisaz pinprick crimson welling
nearly night for richness red
leaving behind chants & cantrips
trailing bright against snow
dragging, we cut tether with
leather-strapped bone
weary, we rest
drawing warmth from mother sunA 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.
casting runes — 05jan25

mannaz scrimblindeyes & staggerfall
mask up, mask up
she crowcalls & so
allfacesup & whiteblank
everyone undances
that skeletonwaltzA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is mannaz, a rune that translates to “man” in the sense of “humankind”. The rune is associated with family and the social order, and in trusting the intuitive process or seeing clearly — both from within and from without. Mannaz influences relationships of all kinds, including those of a romantic nature, and encourages compassion, for oneself as well as for others.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
vagary

Photo by Adarsh Kummur on Unsplash i have given to sacrifice my sleeve
it grows cold with naught pinned
nor sewn
and i have not much need of it
anymore
anyway
having gone to mud
ravens scrimshaw my bone
a stern reminder of place
bound in baling cut flesh
deep
do you recall lace curtains'
gentle ruffle of summer breeze?







