it blurs into mediocrity
as yellow-edged pages
feather to glitched pixel &
stories melt to meta
with every twist of the
knotted hangman’s trope
it may have become truth
laid out in black & white:
perhaps, there are
no new tales to tell
but do try.
Tag: poetry
no new tales
thin step away
thin step away
past all echoes and
unmoor the long
drag of scrapenail
to open a sutured
self up and
good the byei ||: colony
on the cut
nail etch i
to wash of
salt words
in the colony
i
machining sin
every part i
flow the laws
of nature in
sting blood
i
’my dear,
that is not an
act of love’
everything is just
incidental music
i was sick, sick—
iall lost boys
we're all lost boys
living in a purgatory
of our own make
dreaming
cardboard fantasies
of tin foil swords &
steel-painted armors —
a princess eager
behind a veil of thorns
we still boast song & glory
in a mead hall of ruins
shoes sticking to
ale-washed floors
slipstream still,
i sit between
shifting throngs & smiles
wondering what lies
all lost boys, we
will tell nowcasting runes — 10aug26
dagaz i shadowwalk
the barrows gloaming
neither flint, nor flesh
nor song, nor substance
a wraith tethered between
neither a living, nor a dyingA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
tonight tonight
scraping old bones white
with gathered barrowflint;
a toast on the graves to
old friends gathered tonight
they whisper, crisp as leaves
and as thick as thieves
bloodless, aimless, shambling:
telling old tales of stones tonight
there is little reason, These Days
to wander out the wood
old crow, he cousins for a waiting
on the gathering snow tonightcasting runes — 09aug26
pertho my bones all shadowcast— i need not your shaman i need not your drugs i need not your third eye i dream worlds without drum
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is pertho, which has a disputed meaning and there is some indication that any proposed meanings might be based on a corrupted interpretation. The general consensus is that there is likely some relationship to ørlǫg (fate/destiny), luck/gambling or perhaps hidden knowledge.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
wearing masks
must hide these scars and
not give my crimson ley away
so i can pick at each until
they can bleed again tonight.casting runes — 07aug26
wunjo you can find me under ash & dream áldu antlers all around sleeping stone spoken— dream harder, dream
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.
