Tag: poetry

  • casting runes — 23apr26

    nauthiz
    some bonds lack ropes
    no chains nor jailer keys
    a razor's liminal edge
    betwixt a world and me

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

    Today’s rune is nauthiz, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among other interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, change, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.

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

  • casting runes — 21apr25

    mannaz
    with eyes returning
    to campfire's flickering
    old grey relations welcome
    back without performance
    to sit without a word to say

    sharp skull the tap
    wake up wake up
    he croaks today

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is mannaz, a rune that translates to “man” in the sense of “humankind”. The rune is associated with family and the social order, and in trusting the intuitive process or seeing clearly — both from within and from without. Mannaz influences relationships of all kinds, including those of a romantic nature, and encourages compassion, for oneself as well as for others.

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

  • stones become doors

    strange days when a fiction
    confirms a reality and
    stones become doors in
    the heather on the heath
    and ravens give to crows
    on the edge of bedsheets

    there is not-song in head
    and not-fire between
    and everything's burning
    at the crux of the seams

    blink becomes stutter
    we give fat, we give bone
    we skin give to we

  • box

    too simple for words, and so
    i point towards the moon
    before gathering my heart
    folded into ink-etched bone and
    send it in a ribboned box
    to her

  • wear my eyes blind

    we've the path of ashes
    bringing forth in reds & golds
    burning october in our summer
    etching shard ice in dreams

    soon i will shift under
    perhaps you bone stay—
    to the elsewhen all go
    in the eventual

    you will wear my eyes blind
    slipping to burning october

  • entanglements

    no more fingers
    outstretched because
    we can see our 
    only use is to please
    some illusion of touch
    arthritic entanglements
    become slender thorns
    pressed under tender
    skin

  • casting runes — 16apr26

    jera
    spinning, burning
    dancing, turning
    the catherine wheels
    in ribbons & gold
    come along
    that may night

    which has love
    surrendered
    in kissing
    a goddess?

    mead drunk,
    &
    a forgotten ask

    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.

  • oh nameless

    nameless oh nameless
    nameless oh love
    in the meadow
    in the meadow, oh—
    hey nonny none

    blackwork & ebon
    carved to your arm
    nameless oh
    nameless, oh
    hey nonny none

    closed eyed of window
    in the nightfall you'll come
    through the meadow
    wraithing nameless, oh
    hey nonny none

  • don’t dare

    don't dare dream, said she,
    everything ends up in unbelieve
    when one dares dream

    she drew down the sheets,
    laid naked on the bed
    and said:
    hon', put away that dream
    and come quickly to me

  • casting runes — 14apr26

    sowilo
    after this long
    wræclāst of wander to
    stone step ragged roads
    marked in wrap and rag
    and thorn

    light thrusts through
    eiderdown above
    warming face and stone

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

    Today’s rune is sowilo, the sun. Sowilo is the source of enlightenment, for lighting the way and illumination. It is also called the “icebreaker” and gives power to an “attack”, ensuring success and/or prosperity. This rune also represents hope, the light at the end of a long darkness.

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