• an autumn stream

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    the trails, ever twisting
    sometimes, even, to
    turn upon themselves
    — there are times we need to
    be reminded of old scenery
    it seems…

    soon, the autumn stream
    tumbling over rock & branch
    is on offer, familiar
    singing to me as i flow
    myself with it upstream

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  • remains

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
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    my broken fingers
    flint at cold fires
    wet with rust & remains

    rattle old the fractured stones
    clacking 'round this
    hollow & shattered head

    a sleep of ashes
    ashes & rust & rain
    this cast off dross &
    rusted remains

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  • dark angel

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    i wonder than none can see
    her arms draped over me with
    a wink, a smile, a murder of crows
    i gave myself over lifetimes ago
    to that dark angel at my side

    you may seek,
    but you will not find

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  • one of a few — 29apr25

    beithe
    paper bark and
    fine hair flutters
    on the pale winds
    chasing ripples
    over a secret lake

    For a change of pace, I decided to revisit ogam/ogham for a poetry prompt tool. As with the Elder Futhark runes, I randomly select one of the ogam fid as a prompt for a bit of micropoetry.

    Because I have a poorly-developed sense of humor, the title of this post refers to a variant of the word, fid, “few”. While still in common usage, “few” is not technically accurate to describe the letter — but I like my wordplay.

    Beithe (in Old Irish, beith in modern Irish) means “birch”. The fid has a number of cryptic meanings depending on the kenning or its inclusions in the medieval word lists of the filli, including: white, pheasant, livelihood, “withered foot with fine hair”, and “beauty of the eyebrow”, amongst many, many others.

    I do not embrace Robert Graves’ mystical meanings as I feel they are not based in scholarship and that they disagree with people who have made a lifetime study of the ogam. While there is evidence of possible filli-coding within the letters (per the lists poets were made to memorize), there is little evidence that magical meaning was the intent and the association with magic appears to be a modern invention… But that is another post.

    Perhaps I’ll eventually bring fid back and finish my in-depth exploration of their meanings.


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  • half-penny thought

    sage bundles in a pot for smudging
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    Poetry is my incantation; writing, my ritual…


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