Category: writing

  • neverseen

    spike pierced this
    pulsing gristle
    caged within my ribs
    i cannot stopheart
    this as i ought, nor
    severazor gossamer tethers
    untugging from afar

    all is ache and fugue
    while doves mourn their
    rose-scattered dreams
    in the sometime, i grew shattered
    everaining
    a wraith in neverseen

  • casting runes — 20jan26

    othala
    she walks in beauty
    land unfolding
    to receive her while
    she brings her shine on

    earth mother
    star daughter
    moonchild

    these are our legacy laying
    under the blazing sun

    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.

  • casting runes — 19jan26

    kenaz
    huddling close to your flame
    with my frost-ravaged skin
    your lips could heal
    these still-open wounds

    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.

  • torrid cafe

    barefoot hanging at
    the torrid cafe
    pretending desperate
    to look away but
    a smirk and a wink
    and all secrets exposed
    in the red rush rising
    as he stands up
    leaving coffee to go cold
    all alone
    at the torrid cafe

  • bury

    i would bury myself,
    your warmth rising around
    if i could but find you
    adrift within the dream