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  • casting runes — 14jan26

    14Jan26 | 09.43 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260114.0943
    algiz
    embracing skymothersun
    asking for her daylight come
    to pierce the shadows bright

    grounded, stone me grows
    'twixt the narrows
    drinking a wellspring below

    my arms hold boisterous crows
    celebrating her return

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

    Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.

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

    tagged:

    algiz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • little of this dying

    13Jan26 | 13.47 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260113.1347
    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    handbare hip, we hold to night
    caress of thigh to thigh to
    drink you with raggedbreath
    nectar sweet the tongue tasting so

    we forget stars falling, give to
    eyedrawn and sinking, looking
    past doors locked against pale

    leannán, drain of misery
    let come, let call, let dream
    bring me a little of this dying

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • sleepwalking

    12Jan26 | 14.18 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260112.1418

    I think I’ll step out for a spell.

    tagged:


    filed under:

    junk drawer
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  • ritual carving

    12Jan26 | 09.31 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260112.0931
    Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash
    i carve away ritual
    peel away the chapped &
    speak with raw lips
    to swear to sacred love
    again

    she stands stones
    above the water
    everyday waiting in
    each finger bend
    in every finger fold
    a flower waiting for bloom

    hush

    waiting on flows form
    while dawn fills—
    mouth to mouth,
    breath to breath,
    eyes give to eyes
    known

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 12jan26

    12Jan26 | 07.17 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260112.0717
    othala
    lake facing lake
    in underwater to go
    slipping beneath winter
    cut scrimshaw carved stone

    these deadlands beckon
    ...come, sit, eat...
    blackwing at wellside up
    watching the old wind sweep

    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.

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

    tagged:

    othala, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • when of me?

    11Jan26 | 21.10 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260111.2110
    when of me?
    .
    .
    .
    when?
    .
    .
    aching at return
    nothing i know am i, yet
    tattooed inside lip mine
    a name a name a name
    carved into my femur
    cut into my heart
    pinned upon my sleeve
    pierced onto my tongue
    .
    .
    asking as if need—
    when, oh when of me?

    tagged:

    poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • waiting-sit

    11Jan26 | 20.07 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260111.2007
    i waiting-sit the grove
    clearing deadfall in tree
    snow wash of weary
    i waiting-sit the tree

    stolen wind whispers
    hush now, hush
    stone carved stone
    at edging double bottom
    falling

    i waiting-sit the tree
    grove me mud of bone
    kissed blood a’washing
    i waiting-sit alone

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 11jan26

    11Jan26 | 13.51 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260111.1351
    berkana
    i dreamwalk as ley trees walk
    her canopy shadow's embrace &
    my head resting at her hills
    drifting off in sensual slumber

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is berkana, which translates to “birch”. Birch are associated with earth-mother and maternal energies. Because birch is a “pioneer tree” which tends to grow in advance of other tree growth — especially after forest fires — berkana is associated with renewal and rebirth. Additionally, berkana has ties to liminal thresholds of all types, especially those paths to the underworld.

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

    tagged:

    berkana, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 10jan26

    10Jan26 | 17.52 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260110.1752
    algiz
    footprints in fresh snow &
    skeleton trees coaled of gloaming
    owl calling between crow
    a pale scythe sweeps to reap

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

    Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.

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

    tagged:

    algiz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • songlets — may faire

    10Jan26 | 13.03 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260110.1303

    It was a bit of a surprise when an old song I had written way back when the dinosaurs still roamed the earth came into my head yesterday and wouldn’t get out. Much to my amazement, when I pulled out the guitar, the chord progression and rough playing style came back to me almost instantly.

    For a bit of perspective, the song, “May Faire” has never been performed. So, it’s not like I spent uncountable hours rehearsing the song. I may have toyed around with it whenever I could not come up with something new for a few years, but it was not on the forefront of my thinking.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    DAW, folk music, may faire, music, music exploration, old songs redone

    filed under:

    full songs, songlets
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