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  • tossing a rune — 27apr25

    27Apr25 | 12.59 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250427.1259
    the elder futhark rune, isaz
    here, we stand in stillness.

    cold still in beauty
    stone against flurry
    rimed eyes clear

    we chill flames
    burning too hot

    here, we stand.

    Another of my rune poems for a Elder Futhark rune selected at random. Today’s rune is isaz/isa, whose core meaning is “ice” and which secondary meanings are all those normally associated with ice: stillness, enchantment, beauty and, yes, stagnation, blockages and cold.

    I was thinking recently about sceadugenga.com and the runes found there and decided that, rather than let the domain lapse into a WordPress.com variant when the hosting period is up at that site, I will transfer the domain to this host and continue to own the domain. I will likely reduce the content to just rune-related matters, but the annual fee is nominal for continuing to own the domain name. I will likely have to overhaul the pages to correct for some of the elements that don’t transfer over to non-WordPress-hosted variations of sites, but I should probably do that anyway to correct how some of my understanding has evolved over time (continuously). The decision to refer to the rune as isaz instead of isa is reflective of some of that change in understanding.

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, isaz, poetry, rune

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • menagerie

    26Apr25 | 21.20 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250426.2120
    reflection of woman s eye on broken mirror
    Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com
    as we number by paints
    a portrait yesterday lost
    lift away the colors ocean
    to etch sands into seas
    she echoes facets in faces
    mirrors song in her dream
    i am many, they say
    i am paper of lions
    i am menagerie

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • dead ends

    26Apr25 | 10.28 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250426.1028
    Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash
    hallways wandering
    puckish laughter and
    you know i am a fool
    for shadows and light
    in play

    but i tire of dead ends
    with glamour and lure
    bare wrists exposed
    waiting for light’s knife
    across aging skin

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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    dead ends

  • estranged of night

    26Apr25 | 06.41 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250426.0641
    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    estranged of night
    citrus rot, bitter nuts

    no one trusts a scry

    wipe away these eyes
    fevered thrum pounding
    a head song drumming
    tongue void tasting

    shadows on shadow veil
    sacred in the fallow
    winds sweep the stone
    for rain

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, fever, poetry, scry

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    poetry, writing

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  • memento

    25Apr25 | 08.51 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250425.0851
    Photo by Aleksandr Gorlov on Unsplash
    peeling back my birch paper
    with the breath of the wind
    what pussy willows sway grey
    then?

    clear water slipshifts of lake
    to stream and i wonder
    of where it wanders to fill

    surrendering
    to slate, feather, bone
    peel off a piece of pale
    and hold it as your own
    a memento to my stone

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    writing

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  • vampires

    25Apr25 | 08.13 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250425.0813
    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    all the pretty young vampires
    and some even old —
    lurking in the shadows
    vying for ways to avoid sun
    i wish my finger were a gun
    that blasted away the scrims
    these bloodsuckers hide
    themselves behind and
    daylight their pestilence away

    tagged:

    poetry, predators, social commentary

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    poetry, writing

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  • of wilds

    24Apr25 | 20.32 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250424.2032
    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash

    Previously posted on sceadugenga.com on 18mar25. Reposted with audio.

    going back to the real
    hands smudged black
    and dirt under nails
    gravel yellow crush
    i listen at forests for
    wisdom crowing loud
    leave to crowds where
    crowds are wont to go

    enough of deaf gods mute
    i am not what they need

    left to wending paths
    through silent sentinels
    gone to follow the call

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry

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  • tide cold carry

    24Apr25 | 14.14 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250424.1414
    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    standing grey
    heron stone tall
    can you carve the
    shape of me?
    can you carry the
    weight of me?

    slate skies over
    of the under below
    mouth to mouth
    sends us to hum
    mouth to mouth
    cages winter sun

    i fever weary
    slaked in slick
    slaked in foam
    beyond threes of three
    tide cold carry me
    tide cold carry me home

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

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    poetry, writing

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    tide cold carry

  • Towards the Within — Ulvetime (Hour of the Wolf)

    24Apr25 | 12.43 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250424.1243

    Interestingly enough, the YouTube algorithm brought me back full circle on a music listening binge and decided that I probably had enough of that fancy and schmancy post-punk modern stuff in English and decided to point me back at something more along the lines of modern non-English folk with real instruments and minimal production on the overall sound.

    Trigger warning: Song contains Northern European folk sounds that feel old enough to be tribal in essence. May contain ethnic instruments and little to no electronic music to sooth the transition.

    Upon listening, I figured, who am I to argue with such a suggestion? Which brings me to Sonleikr’s Ulvetime. If you look at the song title with crossed eyes and think really hard to the Old Norse language course you started but never finished, you can pick out a translation: ulve (Danish) from ulfr (Old Norse) which obviously means “wolf”. And time (Danish) is equally obvious as “hour”.

    I always knew you were clever.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    folk music, maria franz, music exploration, Songleikr, towards the within

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    Towards the Within

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    Towards the Within — Ulvetime (Hour of the Wolf)

  • wood and wode

    24Apr25 | 07.48 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250424.0748
    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    with flames burning
    bright in his head
    he wanders woodward
    his wodewose embraced
    in feather and bone and
    of ash and of stone
    he slips between
    shadow and shade
    that lailoken of lake
    and of forests aglow

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry

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    wood and wode

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