duty bound
to do away with sense:
can you firewalk
with me under a
tumblemoon, with
stars slicing eyes?
let our feet fail ground
before our wedding day
you & i laying down
rainy grey under
at the quayside...
—and i think you know
how this story ends;
with whispers wraith
kissing ears
as all suns bury down
Tag: poetry
whispers
casting runes — 21nov25

wunjo long echo nights & crack ice
in taiga-wrapped sieidi;
come: november slumbersA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
give me
give me to mud
when i've been laid
at the dog end day
don't speak, no
we know all words
are liarscasting runes — 20nov25

hagalaz our lady winter
lingers behind her veil
frost the skies of feather
tasting of crimson & coal
echoing ebon memoriesA 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.
hooded
under the hood again to
ward away cold iron nails
driven through joints
ready to depart and
join the drift of dreampurgatory
purgatory wasting through
these feet miss those pavements
they once knew, with that
rattle clack underbridge
and runaway trains
going noplace, from
weatherworn couch south
to lay-z-boy destinations
east of uptown lights and
rusted fingers grasping rails
if only heaven would come
in on the five-o’clock dream
we might feel alive
once againcasting runes — 18nov25

ehwaz i have flown
to the moon
on ebon wings
over an ocean
of night
just to hold
her face
next to mineA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja (guardian spirit), and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust. Any undertaken journey may be spatial, emotional or spiritual.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
those wisps
these bones, some mine
under stone, turquoise skies
painted pale on my heart
some lingering...
we wraith ride
howl, our wind flag snaps
i believe in faith of love
just not this here, this time
memories, those wisps
slipping between the veilcasting runes — 14nov25

ansuz with back to trunk
he sings the tree
burrow-fingers the loam
with bone rap-trapping
rhythms in time with
an oncoming stormA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts. By way of the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc, the rune is named æsc, which is translated to “ash”, a tree associated with Odin and is representative of resilience and strength.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
star to stone
lessons learned,
i fold up my life
tears and creases plenty
across a worn map
places to see through
the hills and vale
stuff it into my satchel
without ceremony
as i crush compass
underboot and follow
a star to stone




