Tag: poetry

casting runes — 13oct25
fehu
```
for all our gaudy riches,
longing is the incense
which lingers after we wake
```
A 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.
13 Oct 25

horizon roads

lizard tails and tail feathers
our hearts lined in trees
bloodstone inside and
marching square toes
in steel rings and bootblack
down the horizon roads
scented with burnout:
come night, she sings

10 Oct 25

in the unbelonging

we are all immigrants
here, in the unbelonging
all swarthy and sullied
by drifter dust and road
with bold farmers' tans
and gravity frowns
dragging us down

we only wanted world
nothing terribly profane—
we only wanted love

drag boot scrape shoe
we shuffle the broken road
heedless of the dreamless slumber
where nightmare monsters wear
faces we call neighbor

10 Oct 25

until the end of time

i watched as the shallow boat
carried two dead lovers
into the mists and away
to the place of apples at
the hands of destiny's child
wiping away tears,
i bid them goodbye
rest well
rest well
until the end of time

09 Oct 25

out of the car

even cities, oft disparaged
provide plenty nature
if only one would
get out of the car
and look

08 Oct 25

hush

that she cries
her stone tears
this dark angel at
thresholds waiting
while the sun
burns away her
stonefield shadow
hush now, tired one,
stolen one,
hush now and sleep

07 Oct 25

casting runes — 06oct25
thurisaz
```
lock the doors
lock loved ones inside
the wild hunt rides
the storms tonight

twice the banshee
wail rose up to the skies
who's death will
the trice betide?
```
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.
06 Oct 25

of nimüe

of nimüe at the lake in gazing for

a reflection of her other selves

gazing in an unblemished return

for she wears these many faces



having become so many

she has lost her original view

so she waits and waits for fogs to burn

to see herself anew

06 Oct 25

half-sick

everything return and
goes to loaming in under—
call rook or declare crow

truth is of water
unstirred by eddy
as by the reeds her
shallow barge flows

half-sick of shadows
she whispers, lips dry
as she rivers through

i, too, grow
half-sick of shadows
aching for the moon

05 Oct 25

flow

she flows scarlet and scarred
through leaden falling snows
grace over fell, wending 'round trees
with black hair and crow—
a drifter gazing in thrall

05 Oct 25