Tag: poetry

  • winter hearts

    ‘the father saved the mountain yonder,

    i don’t suppose he was the one of yours,’

    she said smiling before she froze

    and turned an oily shade of rainbow

    opalescent in her age of old

    below they craved the market haunt

    but through skins twilight kissed i called

    down unto a sounding stained wood

    thrust out instead of shore

    this pain king rides swimming horse

    dragging out to the dust of rain

    in shattered wrists and waves’ refrain

    underground calling all winter hearts

    to strike in the below again

  • still, a singing

    i escher etch labyrinthine dreams
    & crawl my cobwebbed understair
    thumping feet on ceilings,
    pounding fists in sand
    empty-thoughted screaming
    along the promenade while
    their long gonnes fire rounds around
    bloodsoaked murder in every sound

    hammer march, hammer march
    one two and two through
    swinging scarlet soaks the gloom

    and here i am, blind corner sitting
    still singing of a time once free
  • casting runes — 25feb26

    raido
    i left wide trails behind
    the straight and the narrow
    each rock felt under wheel
    jolting the wain side to side
    with joined pine creaking while
    riding down to the last ford
    from the up high

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is raido, which has been translated as “ride” and the implied “journey”. This may be spatial and literal in practice (a physical journey), or it may be more figurative (an inner/shamanic journey, i.e., útiseta). The rune is associated with cyclic motion and the movement of the sun. Some consider the journey represented by raido to be that of returning.

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

  • casting runes — 24feb26

    sowilo
    though skies still cast iron &
    ice still lies scattered
    across winter soil
    butter spread on doorposts
    grows softer each morn

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

    Today’s rune is sowilo, the sun. Sowilo is the source of enlightenment, for lighting the way and illumination. It is also called the “icebreaker” and gives power to an “attack”, ensuring success and/or prosperity. This rune also represents hope, the light at the end of a long darkness.

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

  • night braille

    i read the night braille
    a chill breeze raises on skin
    all fingertip & firefly slow
    with a burning below
    while your fingernail
    stole away my breath
    whisper in crushed velvet
    while crickets fiddle
    under full moons
  • sharp

    all these sharp objects tempting
    of the thorn words piercing lips
    to suture and to bind and to seal
    away razor cantrips in sting

    dawnblade dancing broken wrists
    to pirouette to pain and thrust
    for scarlet upon the snowdrops
    at least, they will say, he had good cause
  • casting runes — 23feb26

    uruz
    slag cooling in drizzle grey
    trampled & gone back to mud
    under the muscle ache

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

    Today’s rune is uruz. The rune is named after the now-extinct aurochs, a wild ox and has become associated with standing up to challenges, having both confidence and courage, stubborn tenacity, and boundless strength and health. Uruz is alternately associated with the more raw elements which include rain, primordial potential, and the slag/dross cast away during the making of iron.

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

  • let love electra

    tied to sky at
    bailing wire
    in rust scent &
    tainted taste
    everyone wants
    to go to a heaven
    all wrapped
    here in arms
    & rags
    but no one
    will let love
    electra
  • ugly

    to fall of these
    deathshead moth dreams
    into something sweet,
    but i am so ugly

    chapped lips circus
    both cowboy clown & the geek
    even if you tasted these
    i am still ugly

    wytching blind corridors...
    my putrescine chest
    if wee hours to rot
    leaves to ugly
  • casting runes — 20feb26

    wunjo
    hand resting hand
    cooling on summer's stones
    rising 'round the
    wishing well

    what do you wish for?
    secret, and you?
    a smirk, i guess
    we may never know

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

    Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.

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

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