Category: writing

tossing a rune — 15aug25
laguz
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from her source
the first kiss of winter
to her river flows

taking up blackthorn
i seek to pathfind
her snows
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Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides.
15 Aug 25

winternight

a blue face glowing — *Photo by Merlin Lightpainting on Pexels.com*

crack hands old oak
wrapped around my love
i hollow the heartwood
until she slips inside
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes the winternight

pinpricks my body torn
needles dance my arms
we sickle under midmoon
white kissed before we're born
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes winternight

14 Aug 25

barbed the wires crossed

barbed the wires crossed
and i... and i...
shut up the inside, waiting
for the winter door
to swing wide open
so i fly
night against white
and stop making sense
to all who might listen

barbed the wires crossed
lacking transmission
wind strumming over snow
to bring out the singing
humming across the moors
building up the drifts
to blanket the whole

14 Aug 25

following stones

standing stones — *Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash*

wayfinding the fair
following the blood she
leaves for dolmen stones
to mark her where
for come november
when lovers lie claimed
entwined in her river flow
'til whispers call to wander
the burning fields won
under the forests below

13 Aug 25

sedges

unconfidante but for
ravens and crows
campfires and ghosts
gone blind due to reading
gone silent for song

conspiracy and murder
have taken all tongue
broken fingerbones
have stolen all tone

shh, now childe
sleep within sedges at
green gone wild

13 Aug 25

unboxed

not fuzzy
not prickly
more prickly fuzz
or fuzzy prickles
in a world full
of shoeboxes to
put these things
within

those left over
cast sparse
in the backyards
of the dream

12 Aug 25

stars

forgetting how to read
my books given to tinder
and letters gone to rust
a kiss the only verse
i know

i might refrain your eyes
on hours, if howevers allow
over endless ribbons
on sky's raven road

do your stars
cut at flesh
when caught
on the fall?

11 Aug 25

triptych

black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees — *Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com*

tangletown dreaming
arterial roots weaving
entwined, your eyes
chipped onyx flecked
and flint in the corners
windows wide and riding
the tall beasts fell
to that old beat howl
all mouths gaping at
how beautiful you are

No. How could you possibly
understand? You would need
the books and coin-covered
eyes to see. Crossing that river
that seems a stream and, if you
do, you could never look back.

you look skies, but
some say prayers
over a sea of sand
in cities of dust
come the ash driven
like the snow

while i say mine

11 Aug 25

Barrow
Photo by Dana on Unsplash
We are already of the barrow.
A turn of the chamber followed the roar of the gun is all that divides. Or the obsidian’s edge, if you prefer, for that line is silent and cuts the threads fine. Or that final chest rattle in the nadir of night, while kin look on.
Gasping revenants clutching at vapors threading their path through the mists and ways, our hands wither to dust. And for what? The illusion of the infinite when we are but dirt and dust.
We color ourselves with the shadow of our own ash gathered from down there, in the pit. Try to give ourselves light from the shadow, by way of contrast. But few seem to see.
We are already of the barrow.
11 Aug 25

hollow me

hollow me wraithly
flitting through moon
crisp tasting & elder
untouching the floor

moving within within
moving within
but… unseen
for all the howl

cold hearth & ashen
still glide the home
given to memento
given to the gloam

10 Aug 25