Tag: poetry

  • hibiscus

    tart hibiscus on my tongue
    returns memories of stolen kisses
    over doumbek & warmed rania
    while thick windows
    full of commuting crowds
    rush to beat the thicker snowflakes
    falling on rescue red buses
    roaring past to carry them home
  • casting runes — 17oct25

    thurisaz
    going back to ground
    to wrap myself in earth
    before the long cold falls

    stone away blind
    ravens shout greetings above
    in the ancient oak tree

    a single snowflake,
    leaden skies

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.

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

  • fantasy tale

    Photo by Paul Bill on Unsplash
    though she was no virgin
    and he no unicorn,
    he rested his head in her lap
    and visioned their journey
    riding across still waters in
    the shimmer of dream
  • alkali

    thin sticks stacked
    for drifter design
    in this twilight world
    all glyph and glamour
    —howl now the wolves

    gun oil and smolder
    burning under the thick
    hammer crack, steel
    the flint for the sticks

    dream now
    in shift with the pale
  • casting runes — 15oct25

    tiwaz
    wearing knotted hounds
    around an arm
    used to mean something
    but it was not long
    before the world's hungry wolves
    gnawed until even those
    ideals were devoured away

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is tiwaz, which is named after the Norse god Týr, and the second weekday (Tuesday) is named for the god. According to Norse myth, Týr sacrifices his right hand to the wolf Fenrir, who bites it off when he realizes the gods have bound him. The rune is typically considered symbolic of honor, loyalty and justice, as well as of sacrifice. It may be representative of discipline and faith. Some interpretations have associated the rune with the North Star.

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

  • honey

    top view of bees putting honey
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    she gushed candied lies
    something saccharine fierce
    living labyrinthine sweet but
    only fools fall for her
    promised treat

    empty hands & honey
    stolen child & treacle
    too sweet too sweet too sweet
  • casting runes — 13oct25

    fehu
    for all our gaudy riches,
    longing is the incense
    which lingers after we wake

    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.

  • horizon roads

    lizard tails and tail feathers
    our hearts lined in trees
    bloodstone inside and
    marching square toes
    in steel rings and bootblack
    down the horizon roads
    scented with burnout:
    come night, she sings
  • in the unbelonging

    we are all immigrants
    here, in the unbelonging
    all swarthy and sullied
    by drifter dust and road
    with bold farmers' tans
    and gravity frowns
    dragging us down

    we only wanted world
    nothing terribly profane—
    we only wanted love

    drag boot scrape shoe
    we shuffle the broken road
    heedless of the dreamless slumber
    where nightmare monsters wear
    faces we call neighbor
  • until the end of time

    i watched as the shallow boat
    carried two dead lovers
    into the mists and away
    to the place of apples at
    the hands of destiny's child
    wiping away tears,
    i bid them goodbye
    rest well
    rest well
    until the end of time