a dream of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from the barrows
to give to hold, drinking you in
before the everblind
leave me to slumber at
the foot of your altar
with peekaboo sunshine
warming the empty of eye
let this mantic fade from view
a nightmare of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from make-dust
from the depths of our youth
Tag: poetry
night skin you, day skin you
first kiss
[response]
stone raven black
her slow hand turns
on the moon
in lace and silhouette
waiting on dusk
to kiss me
a bridge closer home,
ever to her side[call]
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colors, the first kiss~ Siamese Twins
riders
come the riders of the storm
with their galleons and steel
with their spinning and yearning
to rip down gossamer veils, all
winds tearing through and calling
for to take up the night's ride
here comes the deadliest season
lock your doors against that cryletters
having earned
my place in oblivion
i fold up my dreams
with their creases
and worn out folds
faded blue lines and
penciled words
and send them
to those swift waters
running under
a creaking old bridgecasting runes — 29sep25
ingwaz holding hands, casting winks
we stepped aboard
the northbound rail
the car was crowded, yet
not everyone's destination
was so far as ours:
under the turquoise veilA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
sitting
at slipping out of no-thought
while at doing no-thing
remembering the beforewhen
where sitting was just
for the sitting and
considering a return
to not doing anything
but sitting once againsummer’s end
apples given
over to vinegar
drifting through
an open window
mixing with the
nightly ritual of
a neighbor yelling
for his unleashed dogs--
i am holding my
nose at bothcasting runes — 26sep25
algiz ride that poison horse
down the medicine trail
stop all puppets, dancing ghost
to heartbeat driving
set these broken wings to flying
soaring out, i'm not gonna look backA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is sometimes associated with algiz.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
wounded
Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash chain link silvered with
scarlet & black tobacco ties
swaying on the wind
laced leather around that
wear-my-hair-long,
the painted hills still sing
ever the dancing the ghost
against a world hellbent
on feeding the hate machine
