dusk pours out of me
i am that lost hour
a brittle bone heart
carved in passing as
they drift to the next
hole in the sky,
a stone before the lake
Tag: poetry
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casting runes — 24oct25

fehu fox fire, raven coal
first flurries pale
i offer crimson now
to keep all relations, mine
both safe and haleA 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.
rings

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash drained, i pour inside
to sit within my pain
—don't speak
everything runs over
and i cannot drink
another drop
instead, arthritic fingers chase
wet rings on the hardwilderness
come the sluagh nights soonly
come they baying at your door
sickle scythe under nightmoon
a'reaving long before the dawnat the wytching tree
this chronic river
flawing through
is a stoning earned
for the time cast
down drunk at
the wytching tree
there is no care
for these secrets
that might be shared
those left to die here
in the wee hours down
at the wytching treecasting runes — 22oct25

othala under the cloak
the patterns burn
all the more clear
slip to the well
and dive, emerge
in the lands
under the seaA 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.
on the wind
"throw your head away
and let branches replace
the empty left behind",
said the acorn man
so
we gathered round
and grew old,
apple blossoms
on the windto the turning within

Photo by Trent Pickering on Unsplash as the nights slip
cauldron to stone
from wave to cold
we turn to the
turning within
spirits on the wander
gather 'round the flames
dancing, spinning, yearning
as they give to the
turning within
let all our debt burn away
as we turn to the
turning within




