Yesterday, I took the twins out shopping for used books. Even if they don’t find something that captures their fancy, they still enjoy the act of seeking for hidden treasures. And, while I try to keep engaged with these young tween women, there are very few activities that we can agree on being exclusively in the realm of “fun” to do together. Treasure hunting for books is one of them.
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letting go
thirty years ago
was the best thing
as much as it saddens
me to admit so
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fox fire, raven coal
first flurries pale
i offer crimson now
to keep all relations, mine
both safe and hale
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.
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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drained, i pour inside
to sit within my pain
—don't speak
everything runs over
and i cannot drink
another drop
instead, arthritic fingers chase
wet rings on the hard
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come the sluagh nights soonly
come they baying at your door
sickle scythe under nightmoon
a'reaving long before the dawn
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I’m in the home stretch on this hard science-fiction novel of the peri-apocalypse and I think the biggest takeaway so far is…
I’m not the target audience for science-fiction novels of the peri-apocalypse, hard science or otherwise.
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this chronic river
flawing through
is a stoning earned
for the time cast
down drunk at
the wytching tree
there is no care
for these secrets
that might be shared
those left to die here
in the wee hours down
at the wytching tree
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under the cloak
the patterns burn
all the more clear
slip to the well
and dive, emerge
in the lands
under the sea
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.
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"throw your head away
and let branches replace
the empty left behind",
said the acorn man
so
we gathered round
and grew old,
apple blossoms
on the wind
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