Category: poetry

broken days

 turning towards headstones
these broken days we, under
the curtains green falling
& lost in the dream

stolen kiss on the cheek
in the nip of first frost
woolen the warmth
given your arms around

14 Sep 25

larking

another nordeast night
chasing phantoms
through busy streets
hands in hand
feet never touching ground
as the crowds gather 'round
for the samhain fires

would the i could
i would be larking
there still

14 Sep 25

redemption

a path in the middle of a dark forest — *Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash*

i wonder if a part if me
is lost there on the path
seeking blaze left behind
either to or away from

recalling both nervous
and tremble hands
she wore over coffee
at the allnight café
cigarettes smoke
staining the dim lights
as stained as either's
reputations unsaved

i wonder if this dying
had any point at all
save for another branch
lost on a meandering path
leading towards
redemption or none

13 Sep 25

stone twilight grey

*Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash*

dead or not dead
does it matter?
these are ghosts lost
to the mists of time
filling in the wake behind
i drank river water
tasting of whiskey
so very long ago

with autumn leaves
i skitter towards my
stone twilight grey

13 Sep 25

echoes

these words are just echoes,
pebbles thrown to the pond—
brave sakura riding the ripples

12 Sep 25

wire

to go back to mud
root in and ashen
rest awhile & slumber
winter in the long
dark come

this scrimshawed heart
slenders back to
a lingering song
playing on the wire
in the wind

12 Sep 25

daggers

all daggers deserved,
crimson drifts to drain

11 Sep 25

tossing a rune — 11sep25
ansuz
```
to spell you a song
of under dusk breath
of under branched canopy

we tanglelimbs wending
through winds these twine
riding old ash tonight
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
11 Sep 25

restitution

my jawbone in hand
waving away at wraiths
i offer this token for all
the insults & cruelties

it is not much, agreed
but it may yet yield
glass satisfaction at
the end of your fist

11 Sep 25

tossing a rune — 10sep25
pertho
```
digging for roots to
see what grows below
but there is no
untangling of that weave
so cover it back with soil
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is pertho, which has a disputed meaning and there is some indication that the ascribed meanings might be corruptions. The general consensus is that there is likely some relationship to ørlǫg (fate/destiny), luck/gambling or hidden knowledge.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
10 Sep 25