Category: poetry

  • fractured moons

    Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash
    these fractured moons
    stolen away with threadbare
    etched in whalebone hue

    time to turn off the radio
    listen to the forest hum
    time to watch waves come anew

    oh, these lonely
    moon broke nights
    between a hard place and you

  • callings

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    leaving oceans west
    we turn & leave sun
    to tread north & night

    to tombstone & ice
    with frenzies far spent
    we give of thorn, scathed

    with waves washing
    blades dig black to snow
    calling of moon

  • skrit

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hand cast stones at
    the nothing of alone
    washing the waves
    on over my night eyes

    even the wights wait
    to speak, chewing silence

    scoring steel with flint
    seeking sparks in empty
    skrit skrat skreet
    we are the ravens
    at their clams

    sputtering flames
    we gather to heat
    chill bones

  • stone alone

    Photo by Jo Amos on Unsplash
    i gave to ground
    & scrimshawed
    all my bone

    called to north of
    badb, my stone
    etched of heart song

    to feather dance
    in spun spiral &
    rhythm slow

    stone alone
    at nightmoons
    here comes her
    snow

  • tossing a rune — 15aug25

    laguz
    from her source
    the first kiss of winter
    to her river flows

    taking up blackthorn
    i seek to pathfind
    her snows

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.

    Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides.

  • winternight

    a blue face glowing
    Photo by Merlin Lightpainting on Pexels.com
    crack hands old oak
    wrapped around my love
    i hollow the heartwood
    until she slips inside
    she comes the winter
    she comes the night
    she comes the winternight

    pinpricks my body torn
    needles dance my arms
    we sickle under midmoon
    white kissed before we're born
    she comes the winter
    she comes the night
    she comes winternight

  • barbed the wires crossed

    Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash
    barbed the wires crossed
    and i... and i...
    shut up the inside, waiting
    for the winter door
    to swing wide open
    so i fly
    night against white
    and stop making sense
    to all who might listen

    barbed the wires crossed
    lacking transmission
    wind strumming over snow
    to bring out the singing
    humming across the moors
    building up the drifts
    to blanket the whole

  • following stones

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    wayfinding the fair
    following the blood she
    leaves for dolmen stones
    to mark her where
    for come november
    when lovers lie claimed
    entwined in her river flow
    'til whispers call to wander
    the burning fields won
    under the forests below

  • sedges

    Photo by Gabriel Miklós on Unsplash
    unconfidante but for
    ravens and crows
    campfires and ghosts
    gone blind due to reading
    gone silent for song

    conspiracy and murder
    have taken all tongue
    broken fingerbones
    have stolen all tone

    shh, now childe
    sleep within sedges at
    green gone wild

  • unboxed

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    not fuzzy
    not prickly
    more prickly fuzz
    or fuzzy prickles
    in a world full
    of shoeboxes to
    put these things
    within

    those left over
    cast sparse
    in the backyards
    of the dream