making simple hard
until it is hardly simple
elder oak sitting, up high
stretch broken wings to fly
with throat graveled calling
tumble on turns to fall
see beyond seeing
hear beyond hearing
feel beyond feeling
scent beyond scenting
a taste of song stuck
in craw
a slip between mistletoe
come at gloaming
under our sickle moon
Category: poetry
under moon
mostly nonsense iv
brown needles pine
feral underfoot sent
we slip shadow
we slip threshold
glide we to thin
star the night
flint the whisper
that same deep lake
as you, bone aching
come now her winter
crow call that her song
to this now
to this hererocking again;
unpluck the glass shards
that dog these fingerbones
let them crunch & grind
all words fell deaf to ears
all in the along, perhaps
needles will let ears feel
surrendering,
i climb to wain slumbers
giving over to rocking againmostly nonsense iii
we are the dirt we dig—
but do not say that aloud
for these gravities pulling
may be misunderstood
she called us in the over
a field away, waving away
we set our nod to the
bending down, sifting
through soil for the bone
i am not sure
the course sold is
the course once told
so we shovel all-souls
to the barrowmostly nonsense ii
all at the edge
we sometimes
threshold dance
in granite gloaming
as we tend our
acorn hearts
under them
big oak treescasting runes — 04jun26
thurisaz flareups & burnouts needles & pins pin & needle that damned giant pounds & pounds a hammer down until there is no more left to feel
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.
casting runes — 02jun26
hagalaz windswept the fells hard sleet to snow set to drifts i wander, wonder of flames set to cold
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
mostly nonsense i
some days raven
some days stone
find sinew, slip
blade bone between
and divisions
fall apart, only
standing watch
over waterwhat needs
what needs a name
needs a name
in the hand on the ear
and that lipbrushed fur
venus kissed, do tell
what needs a name
needs a name
in the hand on the earcasting runes — 28may26
jera a cylinder in turning filling the empty nights with harvest hours small the spirits lean all shadow before reaping the dawn
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is jera. Jera is translated as “year”, and has also been translated as “harvest”. This rune is representative of cycles, the “wheel of the year”, the union of opposites (implied by the summer half of the year ending, winter half of the year beginning), balance, as well as cause/effect relationships.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
