Tag: poetry

  • casting runes — 17mar26

    gebo
    hollow reed at winter's retreat
    standing still, snow sentinel
    waiting for the thaw to slip
    below vernal washing waves

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is gebo, which has a core meaning of “gift”. This relates to all forms of reciprocity: transaction, generosity, hospitality and sacrifice (in the sense of giving up something). It may also mean offering up a talent or skill; or gebo may suggest a synergistic, possibly romantic, relationship.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • oblivion

    in my time of dying
    there will only be
    those phantom fingers
    pale spiders slipping over
    & between my own
    gentle ageless eyes
    matching ghost smiles
    leaving me haunted as
    the needles slip away
    into the fog of sweet
    oblivion
  • casting runes — 16mar26

    wunjo
    unlocking worlds within
    with a turn of tumbler & key
    her light pours out
    sweet as honey

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • casting runes — 14mar26

    algiz
    we thorn climb hands
    & sanguine weep
    ever sky we seek or
    follow tangleroot down
    to school ourselves to see

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • white kissed

    here at broken sea and
    skies storm slate
    i had a dream
    like that song and
    somebody loved me
    a phantasm gliding
    over calm water
    before the stones
    came tumbling down

    easy, these things
    under white kissed
    waves
  • casting runes — 13mar26

    fehu
    words are the most
    valued treasures i have
    so i scatter them like
    chaff on stonefield winds

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • only grey heron

    the rope mooring 
    frayed in the four
    twisting against
    the tugging flow
    until it broke
    some time ago
    my skiff following
    as the river goes
    only grey heron
    speaking in silence
    to be heard
  • all demolition

    leave me on empty
    at least i know there
    might be a tank yet to fill
    in this broke down
    wreck of car

    forget forget, we're
    all demolition here
  • cactus hand horses

    we cactus hand horses
    riding desert corridors
    on separate painted stone
    sixgunning peepshow
    between fingers unfold
    she rivers the between &
    we gallop two feet ford
    we cactus hand horses
    riding sunset corridors
  • taking pains

    blades bite thorn
    my hands, my skull
    my heart, my soul
    all wrapped in
    razor wire bone and
    scratched of fingernail
    pierced walled alone