the bonecup rattles,
counting pips on twilight—
what are the chances?
a raven dances crossroads
marked with menhir
waiting for dice to show
best the path through
gathering snow
under the stone
frames the door, her voice
singsonging of below
Each rune above is linked to my rune page on sceadugenga.com and can be clicked for a variety of information associated with each.
Happy new year.
i will rest my weary
in her headwaters
on her night of nights
letting her wash over
in my forest clean
given as, i seek
to stay a' dreaming
a worn out husk
burning from the inside
warmed of her
grim embrace
some are dying days
drying as we curl
within ourselves
stained ruddy & dun
wrinkled & yellowed
under a low-hanging sun
drip
drip
drip
a life of rain gutter
cast-offs mouldering
the smell of bridges burning
on crisp autumn air &
some are dying days
between the spaces
us, drying, wytching alone
inside an empty grove
to sit still on
a windswept hill
call myself stone,
feast on her song from
under the mound
and slumber to
while away the ages
by way of season
the year soon will die
we gather in the pale
wrapped in battle's arms,
buried within and
wait for the sun
to cross back
over the horizon
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.
we follow the same
wading both blood
& blades for a glimpse
of the lady waiting
at the end of the glade
& to receive her nightkiss
dusk pours out of me
i am that lost hour
a brittle bone heart
carved in passing as
they drift to the next
hole in the sky,
a stone before the lake
these words and thoughts --
naught but cherry blossoms
drifting downstream
letting go
thirty years ago
was the best thing
as much as it saddens
me to admit so
fox fire, raven coal
first flurries pale
i offer crimson now
to keep all relations, mine
both safe and hale
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.