Tag: betwixt and between

  • dead ends

    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

  • estranged of night

    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

  • of wilds

    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

  • tide cold carry

    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

  • wood and wode

    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

  • tangled

    tangled christine &
    soldiers marching tin
    on shadows & smoke
    with eyes casting stars
    --how bright they are
    a shower glittershines down

  • cairn & cattails

    Photo by Nicole Elliott on Unsplash
    crow calling at trees
    a name of her buried
    of cairn and cattails
    rushes in the breeze

    windswept waters
    wrinkle at their song
    so, too, the waving of 
    hellebore between
    shadow and sun

  • tossing a rune — 22apr25

    cut & cautery
    carve away those
    parts we do not like
    & give to smoke that
    not given to root
    not given to bone

    sun gazing &
    dizzy of dance—
    reborn

    Today rune is kenaz. The word has been associated with “ulcer” and “torch”, depending on which rune poem is used or name derivation you embrace. By extension, it implies flame and illumination as secondary meanings. Tertiary meanings come from ideas associated with those themes (e.g., burning, knowledge, light in darkness).

  • unsleeps

    i have been twisting
    bedsheets into ropes
    in unsleep at nights
    trying to untie my
    soul from tinctures
    of thorn and regret

    some black stones
    at the ocean and
    under a beggar's
    moon, hair flows
    rivers as night
    stars fall showers
    razoring fingers
    in the tweens

    a barred owl
    plays sentry in
    lush trees
    can i help but
    come when called?

  • trinkets

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    we are carved
    jagged of purpose
    we are wraps
    we are rags
    we flint, we thorn
    we tooth, we bone
    suns twinned, southern low
    cracked lips, nail broke
    ragged

    we winter in heart
    waiting for blood