we've the path of ashes
bringing forth in reds & golds
burning october in our summer
etching shard ice in dreams
soon i will shift under
perhaps you bone stay—
to the elsewhen all go
in the eventual
you will wear my eyes blind
slipping to burning october
Tag: poetry
wear my eyes blind
entanglements
no more fingers
outstretched because
we can see our
only use is to please
some illusion of touch
arthritic entanglements
become slender thorns
pressed under tender
skincasting runes — 16apr26

jera spinning, burning
dancing, turning
the catherine wheels
in ribbons & gold
come along
that may night
which has love
surrendered
in kissing
a goddess?
mead drunk,
&
a forgotten askA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is jera. Jera is translated as “year”, and has also been translated as “harvest”. This rune is representative of cycles, the “wheel of the year”, the union of opposites (implied by the summer half of the year ending, winter half of the year beginning), balance, as well as cause/effect relationships.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
oh nameless
nameless oh nameless
nameless oh love
in the meadow
in the meadow, oh—
hey nonny none
blackwork & ebon
carved to your arm
nameless oh
nameless, oh
hey nonny none
closed eyed of window
in the nightfall you'll come
through the meadow
wraithing nameless, oh
hey nonny nonedon’t dare
don't dare dream, said she,
everything ends up in unbelieve
when one dares dream
she drew down the sheets,
laid naked on the bed
and said:
hon', put away that dream
and come quickly to mecasting runes — 14apr26

sowilo after this long
wræclāst of wander to
stone step ragged roads
marked in wrap and rag
and thorn
light thrusts through
eiderdown above
warming face and stoneA 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.
burnt toast
burnt toast persists
a gift from those wee
those best unseen
lingering at the shadow
i have not the dream
to share that their gift
is welcome not in these
grey hours kissed
with goldriver her river
i stare to shadow
a longing to bleed clean
to scrape to bone me and
tumble stone like i once knew
river her name river
this she is song whispered
on the wind of reeds
summer swept over waters
cross cut the barbedwire
cling the ruddy fur between
run though shadow and song
river her name river
bleeds cleandrift, unrudder drift
on the drift, unrudder
since lilac scented at
fisherman's wharf
in a pinch of snuff
the bouys no longer
ring warnings, love
before boats break
against the rocks
rain pierces waves
at the unrudder driftHalf-Penny Thoughts — 10apr26
This morning, I asked Claude to provide a general evaluation of the poetry on this site, mostly for shits and giggles. Sometimes I feel I am too close to my own poetry to critically evaluate what I write, so I felt it would be helpful to get the opinion from “someone” without a stake in providing me feedback — not cog greasing or a sense of friendly obligation to make me happy. [Note: Claude was not informed that I am the author of this site, so it has no reason to lean into saying nice things to me about my poetry.]
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