scraping old bones white
with gathered barrowflint;
a toast on the graves to
old friends gathered tonight
they whisper, crisp as leaves
and as thick as thieves
bloodless, aimless, shambling:
telling old tales of stones tonight
there is little reason, These Days
to wander out the wood
old crow, he cousins for a waiting
on the gathering snow tonight
Category: poetry
tonight tonight
casting runes — 09aug26
pertho my bones all shadowcast— i need not your shaman i need not your drugs i need not your third eye i dream worlds without drum
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 any proposed meanings might be based on a corrupted interpretation. The general consensus is that there is likely some relationship to ørlǫg (fate/destiny), luck/gambling or perhaps hidden knowledge.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
wearing masks
must hide these scars and
not give my crimson ley away
so i can pick at each until
they can bleed again tonight.casting runes — 07aug26
wunjo you can find me under ash & dream áldu antlers all around sleeping stone spoken— dream harder, dream
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
shards, v
My undiscovered country no one seeks:
that rat scramble for relevance ⸺
what madness!
follow scarlet & stacked stones,
where mountain wind holds more
❧
or delve into her dark eyes※ FIN ※
shards, iv
these steel cut shores
carved in black sand
whisper hush of tides
and heavy of storms.
'black rain comes.'
more slight than whisper,
more ragged than thorn.
hand grasps of hand,
lingers as wraiths
for which are known.casting runes — 05aug26
ehwaz sitting statue still with sunken hollows after crows came for eyes— unmoving even still stepping over cooling ashes following night songs leaving the worn behind
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja (guardian spirit), and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust. Any undertaken journey may be spatial, emotional or spiritual.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
shards, iii
Like red hot iron, this is best swallowed whole:
these obsidian blades
of semicolon days
where minutes languid
drag, reeking of
sour sweat & saudade
scant souls slendering
silent tombstones
sighing under
a sickle moonshards, ii
Close your eyes reading this one; it will help.
never will you ever find me
never will i ever find you
twin nightboats
on the River Dream
still: kohl eyes, seek—
