Tag: poetry

  • tossing a rune — 02sep25

    isaz
    she walks in beauty
    casting autumn in rime
    with every step and pale

    i have watched her
    coming over hill and vale
    learning to give to stone

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is isaz, which has a core meaning of “ice”. Ice is associated with beauty, stillness, stasis/preservation, the present moment and cold.

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

  • stolen knot wings broken

    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    she returned
    my stolen knot wings broken
    and gave me whale
    mixed with trinkets and scorn
    to prove that she was well

    she is not well

    i slipped my wings
    gently back on
    gave the whale
    to my pocket
    to contemplate
    later on

    slipping through door
    in the wee soul hours
    shuttered and locked behind
    wayfaring the north road home

  • nightroam

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    i star wanderdust
    that medicine trail
    waiting on wraiths
    to wayfind me long

    all pretty the horses
    before their storm while
    my striding of that
    nightroam north

  • nameless hours

    Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash
    yesterdays and used to bes
    have drifted back to dream
    and even the old songs seem 
    out of tune to me...

    nameless hours spent drifting
    between queen and crow
    or crow and queen but
    it is really all the same to me

    drumbeat your pale hands,
    my chest
    for that is all i want or need
    at the drawing of dream

  • wings in bloom

    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    memory ghosts, my bride
    at sentinel bone pale cliffs
    standing over seasides

    a knot twin tangled
    to night crossed of moon
    and apples adrift of air

    long gone yet linger
    perfumed raven of hair
    shipping to shadow of morn 

    catching a song of you
    cresting over wings in bloom...

  • jopy

    a tunnel with walls covered in graffiti
    Photo by Paul Bill on Pexels.com
    i'm not sure if
    we managed to kiss
    everywhere jopy tagged
    his byline downtown but
    we sure as hell tried

    even there in the unsubway
    with northern lights burning
    out our heads with
    drunken hands just trying
    to hold on to the night

  • down that back hall

    woman posing with music keyboard
    Photo by Vladislav Nahorny on Pexels.com
    we are all piano fingers
    now, tickling ivory hours
    slipping to oblivion
    down that back hall

    dust mote whispers ears
    in the golden autumn sun
    twining fingers under shadow
    down that back hall

    the notes faded ivory
    lace dusted yellowed
    photo moments slip away
    down that back hall

  • at the center

    Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash
    in the cauldron season
    reconciling liminal me
    standing bíle and center
    both eyes to boiling sea

    born of raven and apple
    kin to the stone
    thorn prick'd and blooded
    given to bone

    riding the crests,
    sailing to home

  • coming home

    Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash
    waves — lands — skies
    center standing, i ash
    holding to wights
    & to wraiths
    & to the very small

    a headful of pastfall
    hearth gathering
    in the myrk & gloam
    waiting for their coming
    home

  • boundless

    Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
    let us go beyond naming and
    enter the spirit of the matter—
    tear down the fences that divide

    this bone is not bone, it is bone
    this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
    this stone stands beyond stone

    wash away the scarlet boundaries
    cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
    listen to the small known by "night"