Tag: poetry

grendel me

grendel grendel grendel grendel
grendel grendel me
marsh water bog body
brown water me
pierce me liver, piece me gut 
feed me liver, burning rut
grendel, grendel me, grendel
hunger on the night

11 Jul 25

gone to heath

my head has gone to heath
mottled stone of lichen
passing steel or passing sun

under rain and dampening
cold the wind whistles wending
through the heath stones
that make of my head

slender spaces shimmer quiet
thin be'twixt and 'tween
here upon my hillock of dream

11 Jul 25

tossing a rune — 10jul25
ansuz
```
campfire pops & crackles
set the song's rhythm
spirits remain mute
surrendering space
to night's denizens
so they may sing, too
```
Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.
10 Jul 25

frost on silvered glass

these strange days
come slipping
between bedsheets in
the night, whispering
sweet nothings like
long lost lovers
looking for
a last lusty kiss
before our dying
our winter's
creeping fingers
appear as frost on
silvered glass

10 Jul 25

electric

red lightning flashing on black sky — *Photo by Martinus on Pexels.com*

i do not want
to be influenced
or instructed.

i want you to
make my body sing
electric with the
kiss of your words

09 Jul 25

long, cool rain

*Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash*

i wonder at the
absence of flames
my world has been
on fire almost
every day and now…
…now?

there is a long,
cool rain falling
quenching the heat
and i cannot
identify the cause,
nor why of it all

ever so slight of nervous
seeking a torch
to now light my way

09 Jul 25

thievery

woman wearing black jacket holding pink flowers — *Photo by Anastasiya Lobanovskaya on Pexels.com*

wearing other’s faces
i saw you stealing kisses
the consummate thief 
you are

but i can see through
your disguise and lies
i can see a million miles
away

you know? it made me laugh
left laughing ‘til morning came
i tip my hat at your
audacity

09 Jul 25

singularity

oh, this confusion of me
balls into singularity and
i can't understand at all
what anyone might mean

08 Jul 25

chasing wisps

chasing wisps
i lost the path
here, in
my peat bog
pussywillow
lean-to home

pressing grey
and velvet to
face crag me
dragging deadfall
to blacksmoke
open air screens

muscle spasm
twitch tones
darkwater brown
given over to
chasing wisps
down ol' peat bog

08 Jul 25

bulwark

*Photo by Marjoline Delahaye on Unsplash*

while everyone is singing
their empire songs, we
slip away to the night

there is no trust for
the watchmen watching
with halberd's shining
white in the spotlights,
their axes at our necks

we could be heroes, too
a bulwark against
the storm, but first...
a kiss before dying

08 Jul 25