Tag: rewilding

  • casting runes — 09nov25

    fehu
    i plant my ash
    on the windswept—
    lichen, mycelium, moss,
    the rolling hummocks
    littered in stone

    overcast, the skies
    weigh down

    what riches i have
    to share

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.

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

  • bone dreaming

    bone dreaming
    we rattle under ash
    crisp as leaves
    kissed of rime

    bone dreaming
    we slip that streaming
    to rest at sieidi
    longing of the everlast

  • tossing a rune — 07nov25

    ansuz
    burned onto
    my heartwood black
    hung over meltwaters
    the old gals sing spears
    to the blind

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts. By way of the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc, the rune is named æsc, which is translated to “ash”, a tree associated with Odin and is representative of resilience and strength.

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

  • nonsense verse

    we cut away the fat:

    there is sun, there is moon
    there are seasons and stars
    there is above and below
    and there might even be here

    there are stones and plants
    the living and the dead
    what more can
    you really desire?

  • hermitage calling

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hermitage calling,
    i shuffle to mountaintops
    to sweep out the debris
    from my simple shack
    a facet of memory,
    what hint of comradery;
    it is slow work with
    a single black quill
    but it pleases
    spirits when i do—

    we flamegaze the dusk
    telling tales 'til dawn
    between long silences