Tag: rewilding

  • casting runes — 17dec25

    othala
    i fell chasms
    i drowned lake bottoms
    to reclaim my ancient teeth

    old man crag
    accepted my pointed bone
    before he swept me home
    a-chatter on north winds

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.

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

  • beaivi

    kissing the horizon
    she slipsbone pale
    fingers slick of hope
    at return on the
    other side of night
    we wave and
    give to grave our
    many pasts on
    black wings
    of the crow

  • simple things:

    simple things:
    four different ways
    skies and stone
    above and below
    and those places
    left in between

    black sheen brow
    crossed of blood
    cut ashen
    i turn my
    flint head away

  • casting runes — 16dec25

    kenaz
    after pasts go to pyre
    burning the longest night
    a brand to sear away
    open sores left behind

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

    Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.

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

  • val sans retour

    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
    given to pressing petals of
    her fragrant valley sheltered
    drinking her butterfly wine
    grown over gone under
    lingers myrrh sweet inside
    slumber her summer slopes
    tracing dew along her lines...
    who would wish for return
    after lingering this vale?