river west through and sanguine
slipping serpentine dusk over red
tangled up in roots and memory
casting scree down narrow bank
a wish? or smoke on a prayer?
it seems like it was so long ago
but never rivers the same for
as wheels cut ford —
ever of in-between...
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i am only winter
rags snapping crimson
of the hard north wind
i am only winter
and barren fells
a stone field within
i am only winter
fallow, hollow, brittle
don't let me in
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If I had any shame, I’d not share this.
Unfortunately for you, I when it comes to music I love, I have no shame.
I stumbled across this today, a song I haven’t heard in ages. It does not fit in with the Towards the Within series, so I’m sharing it solely because of whim. I’ll admit that Danielle is one of those guilty secrets I have like the Strawberry Switchblade. I mean, who doesn’t love glamour-goth, psychedelic images and polka dot-razorwire cuteness?
I’m gonna have to see if Danielle stands the test of time [hint: probably not, but I’ll still smile as I listen]. This still is a fun little banger though.
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There is no preamble when they arrive, not even the fluttering of wings to announce their presence. Just:
You are a fool, Raven says.
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who dares mount up &
enjoin the winding path?
ravens laugh in the ashes
at a joke few will perceive —
a snare that's already sprung
While I don’t plan to go back to doing daily rune poems as I did at sceadugenga.com, every once in a while I might randomly pick one and see what comes out of my head, just to keep the wheels greased. Today’s was ehwaz. At its core, it has been given the meaning “horse” which, in turn, leads a multitude of other associations including that of fylgja — which is synonymous with the concept of a totem spirit. I imagine the ravens laughing at any notions I might have about control, much as they laugh about most of the things I think I “know”.
So it goes…
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