Tag: betwixt and between

cairn & cattails

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

23 Apr 25

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).
22 Apr 25

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?

21 Apr 25

trinkets

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

21 Apr 25

ever the stones

*Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash*

there is a hollow in the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name

blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
look to ancestors below your feet
recalling we are all related
spreading as spores & tendrils
on & on

remember november?
for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
at the hollow on the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name

21 Apr 25

slag cast, drawn

black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees — *Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com*

drawing razorwire taut tendons
tight breath rustneedle intake
bury me leaves under shallow
bury me leaves under stone
rain wash silt the river down
rain wash silt the river down

fidget fingers making shadow words
fidget fingers making broken songs
fidget finger fidget misfit
metal gestalt cuts memory sharp

close winter my eyes of
slag cast, drawn...

20 Apr 25

in waiting

a path in the middle of a dark forest — *Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash*

silence of a forest in waiting
steel skies scarred spark & flint
here she comes raining & how
we celebrate her summer rains
drinking her in as she pours

19 Apr 25

a sea of dreams

*https://unsplash.com/photos/woman-wearing-dress-and-lying-on-teal-cloth-MS371wlcGPo*

whiskey’d lovebites
stolen from neck & lips
midnight vanilla in a kiss
as all time slipstreams &
lovers sail on a sea of dreams

18 Apr 25

river west

river west through and sanguine
slipping serpentine dusk over red
tangled up in roots and memory

casting scree down narrow bank
a wish? or smoke on a prayer?
it seems like it was so long ago

but never rivers the same for
as wheels cut ford —
ever of in-between...

18 Apr 25

tossing a rune — 17apr25
```
who dares mount up &
enjoin the winding path?

ravens laugh in the ashes
at a joke few will perceive —
a snare that's already sprung
```
While I don’t plan to go back to doing daily rune poems as I did at sceadugenga.com, every once in a while I might randomly pick one and see what comes out of my head, just to keep the wheels greased. Today’s was ehwaz. At its core, it has been given the meaning “horse” which, in turn, leads a multitude of other associations including that of fylgja — which is synonymous with the concept of a totem spirit. I imagine the ravens laughing at any notions I might have about control, much as they laugh about most of the things I think I “know”.
So it goes…
17 Apr 25