Tag: poetry

  • at stand

    i am drawn to water
    to stone rising above
    my winter rimes here

    gone to crow to feather
    myself in shimmer & kohl
    a turn to the north
    to the water to flow

    this slipping at moor winds
    could you ever hear?

  • slip

    i sometimes walk a line
    to slip crow or slip stone
    and shed names calling

    hollow temptations
    i slip to fall, burnt bright
    above the wishing well

    cutting up the pieces
    to scatter to the wind
    my lips press a final—

  • under moon

    making simple hard
    until it is hardly simple
    elder oak sitting, up high

    stretch broken wings to fly
    with throat graveled calling
    tumble on turns to fall

    see beyond seeing
    hear beyond hearing
    feel beyond feeling
    scent beyond scenting
    a taste of song stuck
    in craw

    a slip between mistletoe
    come at gloaming
    under our sickle moon

  • mostly nonsense iv

    brown needles pine
    feral underfoot sent

    we slip shadow
    we slip threshold
    glide we to thin
    star the night

    flint the whisper
    that same deep lake
    as you, bone aching

    come now her winter
    crow call that her song
    to this now
    to this here

  • rocking again;

    unpluck the glass shards
    that dog these fingerbones
    let them crunch & grind

    all words fell deaf to ears
    all in the along, perhaps
    needles will let ears feel

    surrendering,
    i climb to wain slumbers
    giving over to rocking again

  • mostly nonsense iii

    we are the dirt we dig—
    but do not say that aloud
    for these gravities pulling
    may be misunderstood

    she called us in the over
    a field away, waving away
    we set our nod to the
    bending down, sifting
    through soil for the bone

    i am not sure
    the course sold is
    the course once told
    so we shovel all-souls
    to the barrow

  • mostly nonsense ii

    all at the edge
    we sometimes
    threshold dance
    in granite gloaming
    as we tend our
    acorn hearts
    under them
    big oak trees

  • casting runes — 04jun26

    thurisaz
    flareups & burnouts
needles & pins
pin & needle
that damned giant
pounds & pounds
a hammer down
until there is
no more left to feel

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.

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

  • casting runes — 02jun26

    hagalaz
    windswept the fells
hard sleet to snow
set to drifts
i wander, wonder
of flames set to cold

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

    Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.

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

  • mostly nonsense i

    some days raven
    some days stone
    find sinew, slip
    blade bone between
    and divisions
    fall apart, only
    standing watch
    over water