Tag: betwixt and between

  • dirges

    a dreaming of you
    and shadowfell in
    the forgetting at wake
    they sang love dirges 
    in the fading away
    slipping umbral
    of fingers slight

    the better suture 
    my lips tight

  • samhain rune cast — 2025

    pertho
    berkana
    ehwaz
    the bonecup rattles,
    counting pips on twilight—
    what are the chances?

    a raven dances crossroads
    marked with menhir
    waiting for dice to show
    best the path through
    gathering snow

    under the stone
    frames the door, her voice
    singsonging of below

    Each rune above is linked to my rune page on sceadugenga.com and can be clicked for a variety of information associated with each.

    Happy new year.

  • new year

    i will rest my weary
    in her headwaters
    on her night of nights
    letting her wash over
    in my forest clean

    given as, i seek
    to stay a' dreaming
    a worn out husk
    burning from the inside
    warmed of her
    grim embrace

  • some are

    some are dying days
    drying as we curl
    within ourselves
    stained ruddy & dun
    wrinkled & yellowed
    under a low-hanging sun

    drip
    drip
    drip

    a life of rain gutter
    cast-offs mouldering
    the smell of bridges burning
    on crisp autumn air &
    some are dying days
    between the spaces
    us, drying, wytching alone
    inside an empty grove

  • feast

    to sit still on
    a windswept hill
    call myself stone,
    feast on her song from
    under the mound
    and slumber to
    while away the ages

  • lady waiting

    we follow the same
    wading both blood
    & blades for a glimpse
    of the lady waiting
    at the end of the glade
    & to receive her nightkiss

  • hole

    dusk pours out of me
    i am that lost hour
    a brittle bone heart
    carved in passing as
    they drift to the next
    hole in the sky,
    a stone before the lake

  • wilderness

    come the sluagh nights soonly
    come they baying at your door
    sickle scythe under nightmoon
    a'reaving long before the dawn

  • at the wytching tree

    this chronic river
    flawing through
    is a stoning earned
    for the time cast 
    down drunk at
    the wytching tree

    there is no care
    for these secrets 
    that might be shared
    those left to die here
    in the wee hours down
    at the wytching tree

  • on the wind

    "throw your head away
    and let branches replace
    the empty left behind",
    said the acorn man

    so
    we gathered round
    and grew old,
    apple blossoms
    on the wind