weve gone to stone
to stone we go to
sit with trees all
alone, weve gone
to ground & gone
to home under the,
under the oak alone
blind weve gone
and also the blind to
see the winter winds
to dance the moon
under her skins
pale the endless
song.
Category: poetry
weve gone to stone
wood-mad
become the wode
be as sunspecked stone
a pond as the frozen
while antlers tied
at ribbons red...
i let turnings go
hearts carve to spades
wergeld flows to bone
our bloodstained hands
kiss press of oak
there is only knowing
when those everythings
have been knownwe call
it is of voluntary derangement
in the where of eyes suture eyes
and mouth fed on dirt from
under ash, bone and oak
dare you the wood at night?
past the broken homes and
vast underhalls gone to echo
where have their songs gone?
you only have to sit in
shadow to know and
we call it othercasting runes — 23apr26
nauthiz some bonds lack ropes
no chains nor jailer keys
a razor's liminal edge
betwixt a world and meA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is nauthiz, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among other interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, change, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
casting runes — 21apr25
mannaz with eyes returning
to campfire's flickering
old grey relations welcome
back without performance
to sit without a word to say
sharp skull the tap
wake up wake up
he croaks todayA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is mannaz, a rune that translates to “man” in the sense of “humankind”. The rune is associated with family and the social order, and in trusting the intuitive process or seeing clearly — both from within and from without. Mannaz influences relationships of all kinds, including those of a romantic nature, and encourages compassion, for oneself as well as for others.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
stones become doors
strange days when a fiction
confirms a reality and
stones become doors in
the heather on the heath
and ravens give to crows
on the edge of bedsheets
there is not-song in head
and not-fire between
and everything's burning
at the crux of the seams
blink becomes stutter
we give fat, we give bone
we skin give to webox
too simple for words, and so
i point towards the moon
before gathering my heart
folded into ink-etched bone and
send it in a ribboned box
to herwear my eyes blind
we've the path of ashes
bringing forth in reds & golds
burning october in our summer
etching shard ice in dreams
soon i will shift under
perhaps you bone stay—
to the elsewhen all go
in the eventual
you will wear my eyes blind
slipping to burning octoberentanglements
no more fingers
outstretched because
we can see our
only use is to please
some illusion of touch
arthritic entanglements
become slender thorns
pressed under tender
skincasting runes — 16apr26
jera spinning, burning
dancing, turning
the catherine wheels
in ribbons & gold
come along
that may night
which has love
surrendered
in kissing
a goddess?
mead drunk,
&
a forgotten askA 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.
