Tag: poetry

casting runes — 31dec25
algiz
```
we walk without even whisper
under a vast tree
some to sacrifice an eye
some to learn to see

growing laughter above —
knowledge that all choice is moot
for the gathered conspiracy
```
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.
31 Dec 25

breaking

streetlight flurries
these early hours
wordbroke, we gather slush
chuck it gutterside
pretending we write
something breaking ice

31 Dec 25

ravaged

temptation drifts to river red
flowing out and away of
dry husk crinkle breeze me

parched of sunbleached bone
shift the sands slipstream
hush, now baby-baby, hush

flutter at whispers dry
chapped and in peel, ravaged for
kissing phantoms in the night

30 Dec 25

casting runes — 30dec25
isaz
```
not unlike sun-spangled snow
your beauty brilliantly blinds
binds me to something bright
that i can never have, i am left to
living as your shadow instead
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is isaz, a rune that is translated as the word “ice”. Sources associate isaz with a calmness, present moment or stillness. As ice, isaz is sometimes associated with standstill, stagnation, stasis or contraction; even at times as pristine beauty with seductive qualities.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
30 Dec 25

far gone seas

embracing aether tendril tugs
while whispering my wishes
back to me, offering
drifts in calmer currents
drifts off to far gone seas

some days i dream of dying
others, i know already that i have
been dying for decades

just a silver slip and falling
her arms catch, on gentle wings
to carry me, bringing
drifts in calmer currents
drifts off to far gone seas

29 Dec 25

casting runes — 28dec25
dagaz
```
i prefer the company of shadows
not knowing the wolf for dog
i bare neck, hoping for a nip

lack of certainty
stokes midnight's flicking flame
```
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.
28 Dec 25

falling still

silence falling in white
were i made of sterner stuff
i might sit in stillness outside
until it covered me whole

28 Dec 25

casting runes — 27dec25
ingwaz
```
let me drift back to
dreaming of you
or someone like you
sowing acorns behind
the veil of dreams
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
27 Dec 25

pot fingers kettle for coarse crimes committed

do not converse with yourself
within my stormflint gaze
smalltalk is still smalltalk
in cafe or on flickering screen
give me substance or give me death...

i favor comfortable silence &
carve words close to the bone
even haiku can grow too long
already this has worn welcomes
to rags & ribbon, so i—

27 Dec 25

unhere

unhere
for comfort
for beauty —
these sores weep
rosegardens in rains
stained in blood

at the funeral they
will look back laughing
pushing pale lilies
in a storm

26 Dec 25