Category: poetry

  • casting runes — 16dec25

    kenaz
    after pasts go to pyre
    burning the longest night
    a brand to sear away
    open sores left behind

    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.

  • val sans retour

    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
    given to pressing petals of
    her fragrant valley sheltered
    drinking her butterfly wine
    grown over gone under
    lingers myrrh sweet inside
    slumber her summer slopes
    tracing dew along her lines...
    who would wish for return
    after lingering this vale?

  • casting runes — 15dec25

    dagaz
    come on in twist, for
    a turn on the scythe
    to carve away thin
    to skate on black ice

    dance on night fires
    pierce ragged hearts
    ribbons to raw, to dream
    in everlasting kiss

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & follow me dark river
    nadir kissed & ragged lips
    under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & twist shadow at murder
    cross silver ashen pale
    to carry her winter words

    come this solstice night
    we stand stone whores with
    blood marked cheeks
    under her lacuna moon

  • sudden as sunset

    as sudden as sunset
    the sadness descends
    with old blood weight
    on the pristine of snow
    she shifts inside, sighs
    finger draws the frosted panes