at the waystation waiting
on the medicine train
with a spirit at the wander
all the stars in glittershine
pouring towards winter stone
i've enough of
mirage and mirrors
all sacrificed now in
pressing thorn to bone
whistle calling
as razor cuts the dawn
Tag: poetry
waystation waiting
mornings
ephemeral as morning fog
she drifts all hither and thither
unaware of the ghost
residing in plain sight
with her burning
all haunts go to ground
shackled in place and
never to fade awaycasting runes — 28nov25
wunjo a wish, then
since it is cold outside &
i am cold within as well
for the warmth of spring
on the breath of wind
with this coin tossed
to dark waters belowA 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.
casting runes — 26nov25
hagalaz dry lips shedding skin
with a raw aching to be
bruised once againA 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.
unimagine
i unimagine shared madness
wrapped of kohl eyes twinned
and mirroring the within
unimagine a phantom recollect
of promises bound in lace
another madness, another dream
another unworthy
we ghost nighttime streets
cobbled in maritime fog
forgetting unimagined
shared madness together for
a dreaming winterlongmemento
laying snow to the ready
her hair tumbles down
night against the pale
i give to the weary
a wanting to the wait
pictures with shadow hands
wind speechless stole
blood lips silent kiss
to hum at barbed wire
can you remember?casting runes — 25nov25
sowilo a sputtering candle flame
from a shack in wildwood
perhaps there is something
illuminated in the wode old face
or maybe just a desire to dreamA 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.
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burning low
i so ghost the slip/fade
the lips, they move
the words, they say
lost to the flux/shift
miming animal faces
in heavy rains
it is only echo, right?
i ask night burning lowcasting runes — 24nov25
dagaz i shadowstride twilight spaces
neither other, nor here
a trail of crimson cut snow
dividing me from me
to realize the whole of me
so as to rest a weary heartA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
casting runes — 23nov25
eihwaz it was all mists
along red cobble
cast under flint on
that november day
a draft teasing bare
under velvet skirts
there, before the rains
that november day
you were all riot,
damp dark curls & glaring
fell into last loving on
that november dayA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is eihwaz, it’s name meaning “yew”, is a rune of change and transformation. It represents the cycle of life/death/rebirth and is symbolic of the axis mundi (the world tree). The yew is envisioned as a path towards both the underworld and the heavenly realms. It is associated both with poison and protection as part of its perceived dual nature.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
