Category: poetry

  • unmoored

    my mind is on the drift   and
    i cannot find the will     to
    moor it anymore,      perhaps
    i will butterfly      instead

  • one last

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    all i ask is for
    just one last kiss
    before dying
    just that one last
    chance at bliss
    before i surrender
    in your arms

  • casting runes — 10dec25

    ingwaz
    drifting hollowbone
    to fill of the empty
    fall back, fall back
    to slender dark cold
    salts slip of memory

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

    Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.

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

  • of giving over

    shedding such skins as these is a
    matter of embracing one's agonies
    even when the fit has gone dodgy
    back before time's mists rolled in

    clinging sores and calloused regrets
    linger in the tenderest of spaces, so
    it is best, face set to grimace, to rip
    and give over a hey, nonny, nonny

  • feast

    i feel a drift
    coming on &
    may take the fade
    on a spell;
    nothing ever remains
    for the feast
    at me