the bonecup rattles,
counting pips on twilight—
what are the chances?
a raven dances crossroads
marked with menhir
waiting for dice to show
best the path through
gathering snow
under the stone
frames the door, her voice
singsonging of below
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Happy new year.
i will rest my weary
in her headwaters
on her night of nights
letting her wash over
in my forest clean
given as, i seek
to stay a' dreaming
a worn out husk
burning from the inside
warmed of her
grim embrace
by way of season
the year soon will die
we gather in the pale
wrapped in battle's arms,
buried within and
wait for the sun
to cross back
over the horizon
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is mannaz, a rune that translates to “man” in the sense of “humankind”. The rune is associated with family and the social order, and in trusting the intuitive process or seeing clearly — both from within and from without. Mannaz influences relationships of all kinds, including those of a romantic nature and encourages compassion, for oneself as well as for others.
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fox fire, raven coal
first flurries pale
i offer crimson now
to keep all relations, mine
both safe and hale
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.
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this chronic river
flawing through
is a stoning earned
for the time cast
down drunk at
the wytching tree
there is no care
for these secrets
that might be shared
those left to die here
in the wee hours down
at the wytching tree
under the cloak
the patterns burn
all the more clear
slip to the well
and dive, emerge
in the lands
under the sea
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.
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"throw your head away
and let branches replace
the empty left behind",
said the acorn man
so
we gathered round
and grew old,
apple blossoms
on the wind
I will drift the forest behind blind eyes with her, just as she came, here on the new moon this morn. A new year, come ten days on the loom, rides her night tresses too. Time to wrap root and gather low, gather deep, and gather below. Gather, then, and keen no more.
If you knew me, you would understand — but I stand alone, unknown. I am wing and I am thorn, that is the best I can explain.
But when she comes, we gather: wrapping root and pricking low.
as the nights slip
cauldron to stone
from wave to cold
we turn to the
turning within
spirits on the wander
gather 'round the flames
dancing, spinning, yearning
as they give to the
turning within
let all our debt burn away
as we turn to the
turning within
our lady of crows
waits above the ford
will you bed her at river
should she bid you?
be she maiden or crone?
she waits on her lover,
our lady of crows
have you come to
collect waters issued of
our lady of crows?
to reap on the harvest,
as gifted bounty of
our lady of crows?
or have you come to
enjoin at frenzy and fury
of our lady of crows?