what needs a name
needs a name
in the hand on the ear
and that lipbrushed fur
venus kissed, do tell
what needs a name
needs a name
in the hand on the ear
Tag: poetry
what needs
casting runes — 28may26
jera a cylinder in turning filling the empty nights with harvest hours small the spirits lean all shadow before reaping the dawn
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is jera. Jera is translated as “year”, and has also been translated as “harvest”. This rune is representative of cycles, the “wheel of the year”, the union of opposites (implied by the summer half of the year ending, winter half of the year beginning), balance, as well as cause/effect relationships.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
casting runes — 26may26
eihwaz this mortal coil slipped between mists we will meet again within the otherside this knot lingers still
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is eihwaz, it’s name meaning “yew”, is a rune of change and transformation. It represents the cycle of life/death/rebirth and is symbolic of the axis mundi (the world tree). The yew is envisioned as a path towards both the underworld and the heavenly realms. Eihwaz is frequently associated both with poison and protection as part of its perceived dual nature.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
white noise
the words turn to blur
every voice fades
to white noise
dew wet trousers on
an early kneeling morn
chapped lips imagine
kisses in chill mists
dreams are made of
morns made like these—
the smell of apples
drifting inecho dream
i can't help but wonder
when you talk,
if you talk to me
or if that is just dream
speaking past soft veils
perhaps it is just a dream
echoing another dream
in which there is nothing
but a dream left for
anything to saycasting runes — 21may25
dagaz we are twist until we are break this cats cradle all at tangle we are caught between day & night
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
selling sanctuary
i river the faces &
cling no more
i have tried
red flags followed
under alpine stone
skitter scree grey
and cut to bone
the fox screams with me
and feathers down to blackwe needs slendering
sometimes we needs slendering
between their slipstreams
flesh knifed and stretched
beyond the thin and lean
and i know my blind skein
draws taut against the choke
clenched against the screams
my everyday halloween
absurd and obsceneisle
i become long
under the night
and my heart stutters
with ache for a silent skiff
ghosting through mists
to take me to that
forgotten place where
blossoms forever fall
