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  • casting runes — 18dec25

    18Dec25 | 13.05 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251218.1305
    raido
    his backstep to gloaming
    cloakworn & graveled
    as bonesky carries her down
    all at the edge before dreaming
    with raven feathers in their hair

    to awake?
    when cries burn obsidian

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is raido, which has been translated as “ride” and the implied “journey”. This may be spatial and literal in practice (a physical journey), or it may be more figurative (an inner/shamanic journey, i.e., útiseta). The rune is associated with cyclic motion and the movement of the sun. Some consider the journey represented by raido to be that of returning.

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

    tagged:

    poetry, raido, rewilding, rune

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  • night, embers

    18Dec25 | 10.09 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251218.1009
    Photo by Trent Pickering on Unsplash
    given of shadows
    painted sliver moon
    a fingernail pressed to
    flesh renders cinnabar

    chipped-tooth, still
    i skate thin the edge
    pricked pine at all bends
    singing pain to wash pain
    — here we go again

    night, i slip to her embrace
    rooted inside
    a heart cries embers

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 17dec25

    17Dec25 | 10.41 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251217.1041
    othala
    i fell chasms
    i drowned lake bottoms
    to reclaim my ancient teeth

    old man crag
    accepted my pointed bone
    before he swept me home
    a-chatter on north winds

    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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  • Solstice — an explanation of sorts

    16Dec25 | 20.43 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251216.2043

    The season of withdrawing is upon us.

    The sun slips lower with each passing cycle and we will soon have the longest night upon us — here, in Minneapolis we will see more than fifteen hours of darkness overnight at solstice, while places like Fairbanks, AK will see closer to eighteen hours of night.

    I’ve decided this year to honor this cycle of nature and reduce my online presence over the days leading up to Winter Solstice, which takes place on December 21 — in accordance with the daylight hours and as my professional career allows (I still need to make money to pay bills, after all).

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    tagged:

    animism, old ways, solo path, solstice

    filed under:

    thinking
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  • beaivi

    16Dec25 | 19.26 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251216.1926
    kissing the horizon
    she slipsbone pale
    fingers slick of hope
    at return on the
    other side of night
    we wave and
    give to grave our
    many pasts on
    black wings
    of the crow

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • h…-penny thoughts — 16dec25

    16Dec25 | 13.19 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251216.1319

    Dropping hints.

    Again, my head is off in the outer limits where the ozone thins and this might be one of those weirdo (I’m a creep/I’m a weirdo) kinds of subjects to try and hold a discussion around, but I have my personal reasons for asking about people and communicating in hints.

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    tagged:

    direct vs indirect speaking, half-penny thoughts, hints, pathetique, sad attempts at humor

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    thinking
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  • simple things:

    16Dec25 | 11.24 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251216.1124
    simple things:
    four different ways
    skies and stone
    above and below
    and those places
    left in between

    black sheen brow
    crossed of blood
    cut ashen
    i turn my
    flint head away

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    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 16dec25

    16Dec25 | 09.21 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251216.0921
    kenaz
    after pasts go to pyre
    burning the longest night
    a brand to sear away
    open sores left behind

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

    Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.

    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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    kenaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

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    poetry
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  • Towards the Within — Sólstöður, Kælan Mikla

    15Dec25 | 22.32 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251215.2232

    A little Icelandic darkwave in honor of the upcoming solstice, perhaps?

    Á sólstöðum í svartnætti tunglið geislum grætur
    Vetrarnótt; við erum þínar sönnu svörtu dætur

    Winter solstice in the black night
    the moon cries its beams
    Winter night; we are your true dark daughters

    Of course you may have some, my darkling dearies. Enjoy.

    tagged:

    darkwave, icelandic, kælan mikla, solstice, towards the within

    filed under:

    Towards the Within
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  • val sans retour

    15Dec25 | 20.03 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251215.2003
    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
    given to pressing petals of
    her fragrant valley sheltered
    drinking her butterfly wine
    grown over gone under
    lingers myrrh sweet inside
    slumber her summer slopes
    tracing dew along her lines...
    who would wish for return
    after lingering this vale?

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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