Category: poetry

  • feast

    paper tiger encouragements
    feast on the ghosts of we
    entangled in our entitlements
    tethered by our broken dreams

  • down that back hall

    woman posing with music keyboard
    Photo by Vladislav Nahorny on Pexels.com
    we are all piano fingers
    now, tickling ivory hours
    slipping to oblivion
    down that back hall

    dust mote whispers ears
    in the golden autumn sun
    twining fingers under shadow
    down that back hall

    the notes faded ivory
    lace dusted yellowed
    photo moments slip away
    down that back hall

  • at the center

    Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash
    in the cauldron season
    reconciling liminal me
    standing bíle and center
    both eyes to boiling sea

    born of raven and apple
    kin to the stone
    thorn prick'd and blooded
    given to bone

    riding the crests,
    sailing to home

  • coming home

    Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash
    waves — lands — skies
    center standing, i ash
    holding to wights
    & to wraiths
    & to the very small

    a headful of pastfall
    hearth gathering
    in the myrk & gloam
    waiting for their coming
    home

  • boundless

    Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
    let us go beyond naming and
    enter the spirit of the matter—
    tear down the fences that divide

    this bone is not bone, it is bone
    this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
    this stone stands beyond stone

    wash away the scarlet boundaries
    cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
    listen to the small known by "night"

  • fabric

    Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash
    needlethreading the dream
    fragile in porcelain pale
    stitching her fabric close

    shift skies on the flint
    slip steel on white
    a twist, a turn, on veil

    shadow scrim moving thin
    shadow unmine, carry
    beyond this windtorn coil

  • tossing a rune — 27aug25

    gebo
    "we sacrificed all the things we love
    to get more of nothing"
    cry the echoes of november in the empty
    of this autumn head of mine—
    gates dissolve by way of drifting snow
    revealing the only thing that's real

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

    Today’s rune is gebo, which has a core meaning of “gift”. This relates to all forms of reciprocity, transaction, generosity, hospitality and sacrifice (in the sense of giving up something).

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

  • that merry-go-round

    carousel with lights
    Photo by Mihai Vlasceanu on Pexels.com
    clockwork broken and
    stone etched bone 
    a heart stitched hazard

    hands tick back that
    merry-go-round
    temptation in autumn comes

    with pricking thumbs
    and old man's hours
    waiting for her ice to thaw

  • tossing a rune — 25aug25

    othala
    weary of tethers
    fingers dance the blade
    toying with cutting away jesses
    and giving wing to flight

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

    Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives.

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

  • north away home

    Photo by Janke Laskowski on Unsplash
    reaching for
    something profound
    in red dog dreams,
    coming up with
    handfuls of dust

    wondering if
    pale hands will
    finally carry me gentle
    under the wave &
    north away home