• casting runes — 12dec25

    michael raven

    jera
    grey gone him raven
    fetching at flint
    festering storm winds

    grey gone him raven
    turning at stone
    her come kiss our winter

    grey gone him raven
    arthritic at tree
    curse to carve a snow

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    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.

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  • Half-penny thoughts — 12dec25

    michael raven

    The only thing they feared more than failure was success.

    – appropriated variant of a common phrase, applied to The Replacements

    There are several variations of the above quote from across time; I’m not sure who said something like it originally. There are several people credited with saying something like it. It has been rattling around in my head since I saw it (again), although I cannot say exactly why.

    There’s something somewhat terribly romantic in that notion, isn’t there? That idea that failure is somehow more desirable than success, even if driven by a fear response.

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  • under

    michael raven 

    stone blind the woodpost
    and standing antler pale
    we nightwing under

    falling into her lovi
    love, fallen in her
    let us dream a song-her
    let us fall within her home

    we heartdrum blackwing
    at edge lake drift snow
    we break our under

    lovi, we dream us,
    deep within her home

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  • casting runes — 11dec25

    michael raven

    dagaz
    twilight torches
    push at shadows,
    hint at a dawn
    blanketed in mists & fog

    one hand beckons
    another wards away
    while the drifter
    goes on the drift
    in twilight once again

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

    Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.

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

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  • unmoored

    michael raven 

    my mind is on the drift   and
    i cannot find the will     to
    moor it anymore,      perhaps
    i will butterfly      instead

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