Tag: betwixt and between

  • those wisps

    these bones, some mine
    under stone, turquoise skies 
    painted pale on my heart
    some lingering...

    we wraith ride
    howl, our wind flag snaps
    i believe in faith of love
    just not this here, this time

    memories, those wisps
    slipping between the veil

  • star to stone

    lessons learned,
    i fold up my life
    tears and creases plenty
    across a worn map
    places to see through
    the hills and vale
    stuff it into my satchel
    without ceremony
    as i crush compass
    underboot and follow
    a star to stone

  • my eye

    not chasing butterflies i
    not watching foxfire tonight
    wisps, they drift the willow
    and there i turn my eye

    she wraps her pale in shadow
    she wraps my heart in wire
    tug with bone scarred ivory
    wrapping shades through my eye

    bit lip to raw and scarlet
    bit neck to pierce the sighs
    inking skin with stars and night
    sending ink to black my eye

  • hungers the wind

    i have drawn lines
    along the trees
    dreaming worlds within,
    time to set aside fevers--

    we swing heartache
    for her hills hollow
    but now there is
    naught left but
    for the dying

    willow willow
    hungers the winter winds

  • bone dreaming

    bone dreaming
    we rattle under ash
    crisp as leaves
    kissed of rime

    bone dreaming
    we slip that streaming
    to rest at sieidi
    longing of the everlast

  • hermitage calling

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hermitage calling,
    i shuffle to mountaintops
    to sweep out the debris
    from my simple shack
    a facet of memory,
    what hint of comradery;
    it is slow work with
    a single black quill
    but it pleases
    spirits when i do—

    we flamegaze the dusk
    telling tales 'til dawn
    between long silences

  • 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