Category: poetry

tossing a rune — 19sep25
thurisaz
```
called to the thornlands
the stonelands, the fells—
her phantom visage
piercing the hoarfrost
of dream
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
19 Sep 25

endless

how grey must i grow?
an endless wait for
the beat of ravens' wings
flying low over
fresh fallen snow

18 Sep 25

tossing a rune — 18sep25
raido
```
fetlock fettered
the path seems but
a distant dream
even as it wends
mere steps away
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is raido, which has been translated as “ride” and the implied “journey”. This may be spatial and literal in practice (a physical journey), or it may be more figurative (an inner/shamanic journey).
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
18 Sep 25

speed

burnout the asphalt mind
seeking speed, some racer x
to leave those wending roads
in rearview and see
naught but yellow in dripfeed
fading behind to paradise
wind screaming much like
his voice in the void as
he leaves this world behind

18 Sep 25

wasting away

oh, that doppelgänger you
shroud of shadow & secret
in the hollow hill below
every wall a door leading
to more walls and doors, but
i have drunk your wine &
i know that i cannot
shake my fetters free
all i ask is a kiss before dying
before i waste away for
the want of you

17 Sep 25

synaesthesia

your winter taste
in dreamkiss
paints me in din
let this shamble sing
in threes without waking

i never want to leave

16 Sep 25

if only

*Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash*

having gone to drift
through silt grit flowing
and glaring being strange
on whenever the wind goes

left at the car burning low
under a stormfront rumble
the first fat raintears at
the mourn's thin passing

at cigarette's ruddy glow—
sleepwalking the story's end
how we wish, if only...
if only

16 Sep 25

tides

to sit of moon and indigo
waiting on her pale and ebon 
beyond the veil of sleep

15 Sep 25

seems

standing stones — *Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash*

sometimes the then seems
are not really any things at all
but other seems unconsidered
that beckon with their call, so
now back to the la-z-boy and
the rocking and the nights, dreaming
new oaks from acorns alone
but no, no, don't let seams show
keep all those seems deep inside

15 Sep 25

tossing a rune — 15sep25
dagaz
```
she waves at the threshold
waiting to close the door
until i finally show sense & cross
over to her stone winters within
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
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.
15 Sep 25