hands all at shivers
guns all tremble at those
gone to ghost, should
the tales told be true
is it relief?
is it bounty?
those dust-weathered
posters have lost
their razor's edge
bootblack and road
another foot, another mile
another dime in
a fistful of dirt
Horses
Photo by Raychel Sanner on Unsplash “Can you hear it? The wind is calling to carry.”
She stood away from me, turned away from the buildings, the trees and me, her black hair blowing on the gathering breeze as the skies grew flint to match the color of her eyes she wore before the turning away. I did not doubt her eyes could change colors to match her mood, I had seen it happen many time before. Her mood was that of the coming storms, unsettled, roiling and only barely constrained — and so she now wore flint and heather where most people wore mere eyes.
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Horses
time to threads
time to threads sever.
pluck thin at beak to hand
frayed twist of warp & wool
sunder and scissor send needle
razor cascade the skin through
blister thorn blister torn
lost teeth at crumble, too
time to threads sever,
slumber, forget there was ever
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tossing a rune — 22sep25
jera while most eyes gaze backwards
from summer's twilight hours
wistful and melancholic
with a crooked smile and raised hood
i melt into the coming night
the song of ravens calling me homeA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is jera. Jera has a translation of “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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Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com i have a raven
riding on my shoulder
fowl-mouthed, of course
one who cusses up a storm
and you cannot see them
but they ride there
all the same
a nibble on my cuticle
a gnaw upon my nail
a peck upon my fleshy cheek
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