
barefoot of skin
etched spidered line thin
phantasm and trysting
she slips through at
the old wytchingtree
waiting on the moon

barefoot of skin
etched spidered line thin
phantasm and trysting
she slips through at
the old wytchingtree
waiting on the moon

one foot in her river
one foot on her banks
waiting as they did
following old ways
for her rushflow to
pour across my legs
Another of my rune poems for a Elder Futhark rune selected at random. Today’s rune is dagaz, whose core meaning is “daybreak”, often interpreted to be a time or place of liminality, or conditions associated with imminent change or transformation. Cusps and thresholds are further examples of ideas that dagaz represents.

her embrace mine november
the only real remain
slender pale her fingers,
hair her ebon black
her crimson at my throat
here, only sleepwalking
dawns the midnight sun
only slowtalking brings light
whispers,
you cannot begin to know

i eigengrau glyph my skin
sun-pocked stained within
carve nails with needles
set quill to down & begin
mutterchant words forgot
shuttled off to fen to rot
leeched a heart of taint
spirit thorn reflect of elf-shot
so, this spellbound
sworn to the stone
so, this spellbound
ash, thorn and bone

everyone driftboard skates past
these hoarsewhisperered screams
percolating out eggshell cracks
growing back between the grass
wiltgreen hairs of tarball sheen
glide tinnitus, that heartbeat
shattermouth glass wrapped in
barbedwire dreams as the
everyone driftboard skates
with only an "oh, bother"
on lips to greet

to gone to earth
in the every
to slip beneath
the fen in early
cross the finger
crest the blood
twitch at glisten
of toothsome blade
cut the stars
with hands flint
all fallen
turn our eyes
to the island
apples of the
reddest shade
she ivory waits
in every way

those days where words
lose all meaning in
a dizzy haze of dreaming
and fingers trace lines
of morning dew across
your pale skin under
the rise of the sun

slip to dark water
fatigued of dream
watching branches
play with sunlight
& shadow above to
drift, oh drifter
to eversleep

i can't think in strawberry
so i do not know that mind
my thoughts are all unami
fingers to lips to arm to heart
drifting that ocean storm again
acceptance of the taste i am