Tag: poetry

  • out

    Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash
    all out of space
    all out of time
    carving the sickle moon
    and dancing wrists
    i slip back to stone
    where blood runs thick
    perhaps it is home

  • blotter

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    thrusting bare arms
    into broken glass
    no one needs read
    these words writ
    when they can be
    given flow in show
    and paint the floor
    a crimson red

  • etch

    Photo by Nicole Elliott on Unsplash
    eye closed become fells
    the pale and the grey
    lichen and moss the taiga
    blue, sage and stained

    this grows home and stone
    of a passing day, lost 

    etch me bone and twig
    paint me undercloud
    sway the cattails and
    rain down

  • tossing a rune — 27apr25

    the elder futhark rune, isaz
    here, we stand in stillness.

    cold still in beauty
    stone against flurry
    rimed eyes clear

    we chill flames
    burning too hot

    here, we stand.

    Another of my rune poems for a Elder Futhark rune selected at random. Today’s rune is isaz/isa, whose core meaning is “ice” and which secondary meanings are all those normally associated with ice: stillness, enchantment, beauty and, yes, stagnation, blockages and cold.

    I was thinking recently about sceadugenga.com and the runes found there and decided that, rather than let the domain lapse into a WordPress.com variant when the hosting period is up at that site, I will transfer the domain to this host and continue to own the domain. I will likely reduce the content to just rune-related matters, but the annual fee is nominal for continuing to own the domain name. I will likely have to overhaul the pages to correct for some of the elements that don’t transfer over to non-WordPress-hosted variations of sites, but I should probably do that anyway to correct how some of my understanding has evolved over time (continuously). The decision to refer to the rune as isaz instead of isa is reflective of some of that change in understanding.

  • menagerie

    reflection of woman s eye on broken mirror
    Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com
    as we number by paints
    a portrait yesterday lost
    lift away the colors ocean
    to etch sands into seas 
    she echoes facets in faces
    mirrors song in her dream
    i am many, they say 
    i am paper of lions
    i am menagerie