Tag: poetry

  • slight rebellion

    tossing the tethers, ropes
    tying to dock and pier
    letting current carry away

    adrift and slipping away
    spinning in eddies away
    never wanting to arrive

    never to, never arrive
  • our lady of crows

    our lady of crows
    waits above the ford
    will you bed her at river
    should she bid you?
    be she maiden or crone?
    she waits on her lover,
    our lady of crows

    have you come to
    collect waters issued of
    our lady of crows?
    to reap on the harvest,
    as gifted bounty of
    our lady of crows?
    or have you come to
    enjoin at frenzy and fury
    of our lady of crows?
  • her narrows standing

    i wait on dreams
    of her fountainhead,
    at her narrows standing

    flow her water, oak & ash
    hazel & blackthorn sharp,
    at her narrows standing

    wait upon gold & rust
    for rime & without reason,
    at her narrows standing

    long the night i belong
    set to slumber underground,
    at her narrows standing
  • coil lies barren

    shuffling off & cutting ties
    gone to drift on pale winds
    clutching at fragments only
    to toss useless scraps away

    4 u c —
    i realize this coil lies barren &
    there is only death & dream
    this debt is beyond counting
    and all that is left is
    to serve out my time

    i slip
    an ophelia amongst the reeds
    waiting for a mercy kiss
    to set me free
  • hibiscus

    tart hibiscus on my tongue
    returns memories of stolen kisses
    over doumbek & warmed rania
    while thick windows
    full of commuting crowds
    rush to beat the thicker snowflakes
    falling on rescue red buses
    roaring past to carry them home
  • casting runes — 17oct25

    thurisaz
    going back to ground
    to wrap myself in earth
    before the long cold falls

    stone away blind
    ravens shout greetings above
    in the ancient oak tree

    a single snowflake,
    leaden skies

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.

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

  • fantasy tale

    Photo by Paul Bill on Unsplash
    though she was no virgin
    and he no unicorn,
    he rested his head in her lap
    and visioned their journey
    riding across still waters in
    the shimmer of dream
  • alkali

    thin sticks stacked
    for drifter design
    in this twilight world
    all glyph and glamour
    —howl now the wolves

    gun oil and smolder
    burning under the thick
    hammer crack, steel
    the flint for the sticks

    dream now
    in shift with the pale
  • casting runes — 15oct25

    tiwaz
    wearing knotted hounds
    around an arm
    used to mean something
    but it was not long
    before the world's hungry wolves
    gnawed until even those
    ideals were devoured away

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is tiwaz, which is named after the Norse god Týr, and the second weekday (Tuesday) is named for the god. According to Norse myth, Týr sacrifices his right hand to the wolf Fenrir, who bites it off when he realizes the gods have bound him. The rune is typically considered symbolic of honor, loyalty and justice, as well as of sacrifice. It may be representative of discipline and faith. Some interpretations have associated the rune with the North Star.

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

  • honey

    top view of bees putting honey
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    she gushed candied lies
    something saccharine fierce
    living labyrinthine sweet but
    only fools fall for her
    promised treat

    empty hands & honey
    stolen child & treacle
    too sweet too sweet too sweet