Category: poetry

  • wear my eyes blind

    we've the path of ashes
    bringing forth in reds & golds
    burning october in our summer
    etching shard ice in dreams

    soon i will shift under
    perhaps you bone stay—
    to the elsewhen all go
    in the eventual

    you will wear my eyes blind
    slipping to burning october

  • entanglements

    no more fingers
    outstretched because
    we can see our 
    only use is to please
    some illusion of touch
    arthritic entanglements
    become slender thorns
    pressed under tender
    skin

  • casting runes — 16apr26

    jera
    spinning, burning
    dancing, turning
    the catherine wheels
    in ribbons & gold
    come along
    that may night

    which has love
    surrendered
    in kissing
    a goddess?

    mead drunk,
    &
    a forgotten ask

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is jera. Jera is translated as “year”, and has also been translated as “harvest”. This rune is representative of cycles, the “wheel of the year”, the union of opposites (implied by the summer half of the year ending, winter half of the year beginning), balance, as well as cause/effect relationships.

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

  • oh nameless

    nameless oh nameless
    nameless oh love
    in the meadow
    in the meadow, oh—
    hey nonny none

    blackwork & ebon
    carved to your arm
    nameless oh
    nameless, oh
    hey nonny none

    closed eyed of window
    in the nightfall you'll come
    through the meadow
    wraithing nameless, oh
    hey nonny none

  • don’t dare

    don't dare dream, said she,
    everything ends up in unbelieve
    when one dares dream

    she drew down the sheets,
    laid naked on the bed
    and said:
    hon', put away that dream
    and come quickly to me

  • casting runes — 14apr26

    sowilo
    after this long
    wræclāst of wander to
    stone step ragged roads
    marked in wrap and rag
    and thorn

    light thrusts through
    eiderdown above
    warming face and stone

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

    Today’s rune is sowilo, the sun. Sowilo is the source of enlightenment, for lighting the way and illumination. It is also called the “icebreaker” and gives power to an “attack”, ensuring success and/or prosperity. This rune also represents hope, the light at the end of a long darkness.

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

  • burnt toast

    burnt toast persists
    a gift from those wee
    those best unseen
    lingering at the shadow
    i have not the dream
    to share that their gift
    is welcome not in these
    grey hours kissed
    with gold

  • galdr: now in hardcover

    hey all.

    a new addition of my first published book is now in larger format and available in hardcover. i just got my copy today and it looks great.

    if you haven’t purchased it previously, and feel like giving me a little support, you should check out the larger size and consider purchasing a copy.

    — via amazon —

  • river her river

    i stare to shadow
    a longing to bleed clean
    to scrape to bone me and
    tumble stone like i once knew

    river her name river
    this she is song whispered
    on the wind of reeds
    summer swept over waters

    cross cut the barbedwire
    cling the ruddy fur between
    run though shadow and song
    river her name river
    bleeds clean

  • drift, unrudder drift

    on the drift, unrudder
    since lilac scented at
    fisherman's wharf
    in a pinch of snuff

    the bouys no longer
    ring warnings, love
    before boats break
    against the rocks

    rain pierces waves
    at the unrudder drift