Tag: poetry

  • undesirable

    when they came with
    their rail cars and
    their razor wire,
    will it be a step too far
    then?

    or will you look away
    as you say, at least
    it's not us, it's them?
  • briar tangled between

    Photo by Justin Wilkens on Unsplash
    all that is owned is empty or
    flaking rust from dull razors
    drawing ley from
    rope raw wrist to
    hangman's etching,
    all briar tangled between
  • casting runes — 03feb26

    laguz
    well met we at the sieidi
    standing at watch of water
    a hand change hand
    a breath touch song
    a call to crow new dawns

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides. Laguz is often associated with feminine energies and journeys via water.

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

  • one breath &

    ache on more mantic &
    less onto dreaming
    hand pat knee thigh
    tears eye entwine
    a dollar thin love
    cut from small bones
    touch a tear to tongue
    & linger nectar sweet...

    something stolen in
    that silence between
    one breath & the next
  • shadow to light

    Photo by Jimmy Liu on Unsplash
    something dies

    something arises

    both will end
    in blood and in tears
    wetting chapped lips
    sharp ends dragged
    ragged across
    it all

    come close to hold
    both to small and in mouse
    let us gaze upon limeslit
    scrim and heavy
    past aged oak and envy
    here is the tale of night
    in where

    something dies

    something arises

    something comes of
    shadow to light
  • casting runes — 02feb26

    hagalaz
    in dream confusion
    hands changing hands
    eyes changing eyes
    under a foxfire glow
    in slipstream shift
    along parallel rows

    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.

  • slip away

    chasing deaths head moths
    through night gardens no more
    and trying to catch falling stars
    ribbon cuts hands and so
    i wrap myself in nadir's velvet
    and slip away from shore
  • casting runes — 01feb26

    uruz
    cold drizzle falls
    on stiff unyielding backs;
    we endure as they
    break their brittle metal
    on our hardened resolve

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

    Today’s rune is uruz. The rune is named after the now-extinct aurochs, a wild ox and has become associated with standing up to challenges, having both confidence and courage, stubborn tenacity, and boundless strength and health. Uruz is alternately associated with the more raw elements which include rain, primordial potential, and the slag/dross cast away during the making of iron.

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

  • windshouting

    broketooth me at
    fore of the storm
    windshouting with
    flint scrapeskinned
    fingers instead of words
    shrieking hoar at
    devils in suits

    eyetaken & ragblind
    stained of empty to hollow
    unsure if any can hear
    these ribbonrent screams
  • ossuary

    dry rot these bones mine
    stolen blind from the pile
    etched & inked in
    india & cinnabar to bleeding
    to carve away all dreaming
    to flint shave all song

    a withered heart on
    an ashen altar
    waiting for a glint
    of flame