Tag: poetry

  • mere porn

    in succumbing to the circlejerk

    and inoculated in our pleasuredome

    we have lost all that's real

    the nausea seasons every meal and

    our bedmates, a chalked parkside fuck you

    and in-between the constant commercial breaks

    ever promise made: mere porn

  • casting runes — 03nov25

    othala
    i return to sieidi,
    for that is of which
    i am born.

    between bear & crow
    river runs in stillness
    my long hair windblown
    as the old man sweeps
    out a home

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.

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

  • underground you

    i slipstream wait
    the skies grey move
    shifting, a spell
    tangled in
    a game of you

    slip down corridors
    stone and steel
    dragging sparks
    bright stars in an
    underground you

  • unwording

    wander the wastelands drift
    heavy steel the skies in ash
    trying to find a pale behind
    a belonging of place

    ever the outsides drone
    on and on into dusk falling
    gods know i have tried…

  • samhain rune cast — 2025

    pertho
    berkana
    ehwaz
    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.

  • 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

    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

  • feast

    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

  • casting runes — 28oct25

    mannaz
    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.

  • lady waiting

    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