ravensweald

tossing a rune — 04sep25
04Sep25 | 09.31 CDT
© 2025
michael raven
c: 250904.0931
nauthiz
```
relearning to
read the winds again
to bend an ear to oak
to let her river
wash over me
to rise within smoke
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is nauth i z, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among the interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.
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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nauthiz, poetry, rewilding, rune
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poetry, writing
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tossing a rune — 04sep25
Fallout
03Sep25 | 13.00 CDT
© 2025
michael raven
c: 250903.1300
Photo by Juan Montana on Unsplash
As I hit publish on the piece falling yesterday, I was visited with the memory of recording my very first song which, of course, had very little to do with the piece written yesterday.
Honestly? I’d forgotten the event entirely. But fragments of the song came back and I couldn’t figure out until this morning why the song sounded familiar.
(more…)
tagged:
ancient history, memories, mostly harmless, music, musician
filed under:
junk drawer, listening
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Fallout

c: 250903.0729

a close up shot of jade rings — *Photo by Nam Lê on Pexels.com*

back before the jading
i wore trust on my sleeve
heart portable,
to give away free
but that was
back before the jading

might i carve to whale
with the piling up
of so much green
had i the skill,
i might carve to whale

but time has drifted
and i, a drifter from dream
suspicious of dealers in jade
unlike those days
without whales
back before the jading

tagged:

melancholia, poetry

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poetry, writing

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before the jading

falling

02Sep25 | 21.50 CDT

michael raven

c: 250902.2150

having slipped through the land
last night, here, through
this clay stuff found under feet
i wondered at my mouth
forgetting the words to speak
and realize we are blind
and none can hear
what i say in the anyway

including me.

so i gave over to falling
until i could fall no more
and sat unexpectant down
there in the below
waiting for the dark sun days
to call me back up, out 
and forth, but only
if what is when might be

tagged:

betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

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poetry, writing

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falling

tossing a rune — 02sep25
02Sep25 | 09.11 CDT
© 2025
michael raven
c: 250902.0911
isaz
```
she walks in beauty
casting autumn in rime
with every step and pale

i have watched her
coming over hill and vale
learning to give to stone
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is isaz, which has a core meaning of “ice”. Ice is associated with beauty, stillness, stasis/preservation, the present moment and cold.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
tagged:
isaz, poetry, rewilding, rune
filed under:
poetry, writing
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tossing a rune — 02sep25