Previously posted on sceadugenga.com on 18mar25. Reposted with audio.
going back to the real
hands smudged black
and dirt under nails
gravel yellow crush
i listen at forests for
wisdom crowing loud
leave to crowds where
crowds are wont to go
enough of deaf gods mute
i am not what they need
left to wending paths
through silent sentinels
gone to follow the call
standing grey
heron stone tall
can you carve the
shape of me?
can you carry the
weight of me?
slate skies over
of the under below
mouth to mouth
sends us to hum
mouth to mouth
cages winter sun
i fever weary
slaked in slick
slaked in foam
beyond threes of three
tide cold carry me
tide cold carry me home
with flames burning
bright in his head
he wanders woodward
his wodewose embraced
in feather and bone and
of ash and of stone
he slips between
shadow and shade
that lailoken of lake
and of forests aglow
tangled christine &
soldiers marching tin
on shadows & smoke
with eyes casting stars
--how bright they are
a shower glittershines down
cut & cautery
carve away those
parts we do not like
& give to smoke that
not given to root
not given to bone
sun gazing &
dizzy of dance—
reborn
Today rune is kenaz. The word has been associated with “ulcer” and “torch”, depending on which rune poem is used or name derivation you embrace. By extension, it implies flame and illumination as secondary meanings. Tertiary meanings come from ideas associated with those themes (e.g., burning, knowledge, light in darkness).