Tag: betwixt and between

homage

badh touched my shoulder
as i held the remains of
old friends in a wooden box

i turned to the battle crow
as she leaned forward
laying her night beak
on my pale lips in kiss
numbing my flesh to tingle
well after i woke under
the reapers moon

28 Apr 25

out

all out of space
all out of time
carving the sickle moon
and dancing wrists
i slip back to stone
where blood runs thick
perhaps it is home

27 Apr 25

etch

eye closed become fells
the pale and the grey
lichen and moss the taiga
blue, sage and stained

this grows home and stone
of a passing day, lost 

etch me bone and twig
paint me undercloud
sway the cattails and
rain down

27 Apr 25

tossing a rune — 27apr25
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.
27 Apr 25

dead ends

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

26 Apr 25

estranged of night

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

26 Apr 25

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

24 Apr 25

tide cold carry

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

24 Apr 25

wood and wode

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

24 Apr 25

tangled

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

23 Apr 25