Tag: poetry

  • drift gather snow

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
    on drift gather snow
    crows wind draw
    singing to steel wire
    humming on breeze
    leaves painted frost
    in a lonesome place far
    waiting on gentle wings
    come to on
    drift gather snow

  • tossing a rune — 19aug25

    ehwaz
    at rivers' crossing
    she joins, shoulder riding light
    silent as the fog around

    no more words—
    silence is the wisdom
    of the day

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

    Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja, and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust.

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

  • slip-tween

    Photo by Abishek on Unsplash
    the bough's silver song
    framed of moonlight
    under the oak we rest
    feasting on gold
    slip-tween slip-tween
    through and back
    a kiss of the nightqueen
    as her river drifts by

  • notnight

    Photo by Samuel Quek on Unsplash
    neverything coming waves
    washing over my black sands
    in the untethered paleness
    of notnight aglow afar
    and i undertow flow
    back to the nine
    back to chilled dreaming
    as if unknown to wake

  • hidden-faced moon

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    embracing the forest's fog
    delving ever deeper within
    shaking off distraction
    with the rising of a hood
    so that both
    seeing & hearing
    becomes more clear

    a murder calls of autumn
    long rains, hidden-faced moon

  • fractured moons

    Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash
    these fractured moons
    stolen away with threadbare
    etched in whalebone hue

    time to turn off the radio
    listen to the forest hum
    time to watch waves come anew

    oh, these lonely
    moon broke nights
    between a hard place and you

  • callings

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    leaving oceans west
    we turn & leave sun
    to tread north & night

    to tombstone & ice
    with frenzies far spent
    we give of thorn, scathed

    with waves washing
    blades dig black to snow
    calling of moon

  • skrit

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hand cast stones at
    the nothing of alone
    washing the waves
    on over my night eyes

    even the wights wait
    to speak, chewing silence

    scoring steel with flint
    seeking sparks in empty
    skrit skrat skreet
    we are the ravens
    at their clams

    sputtering flames
    we gather to heat
    chill bones

  • stone alone

    Photo by Jo Amos on Unsplash
    i gave to ground
    & scrimshawed
    all my bone

    called to north of
    badb, my stone
    etched of heart song

    to feather dance
    in spun spiral &
    rhythm slow

    stone alone
    at nightmoons
    here comes her
    snow

  • tossing a rune — 15aug25

    laguz
    from her source
    the first kiss of winter
    to her river flows

    taking up blackthorn
    i seek to pathfind
    her snows

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.

    Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides.