Tag: rewilding

  • retreating

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    retreating to my wood
    i consider cutting all tethers
    so to linger there forever

  • tossing a rune — 22may25

    raido
    tossing a blanket over
    i go within to go without
    crows calling over bleak expanse
    while the narrows snake ruddy
    over snow-covered fells
    wind-exposed lichen & stone

    Another rune poem, where the rune is selected at random. Today’s rune is raido, which has a core meaning of “riding” or “journey”. Most often, it implies a journey by wain (cart) which further implies “wheel”, but also has been interpreted as travel on foot or by horse.

  • the myths ourselves

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    the myths we make
    of ourselves, those
    pretty things untrue
    a longing for silence
    in this sodden head
    to rest, buried deep
    & loam embraced
    drifting through

  • wildwood dreaming

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    wildwood dreaming
    and crows calling deep
    scheming to claim eyes
    staring blind at the sun

    knapping the scrim
    turning the scroll
    ink under fingernails
    waiting for her to call

    three heads turn shadow
    six wings raise flight
    turn twin eyes blind
    obscured from the sun

  • antlers stand silent

    Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash
    my hands carry scenes
    from a different winter
    stiff with memories
    yet to come

    blood crust blades the snow
    windswept carved the land
    why only the never?
    antlers stand silent of stone

  • ritual hours

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    ever thorn head burning
    one step in the without
    dancing in my devils
    twist my spaces thin

    knuckle bark to bone
    raw red and stone
    under covers counting
    hours writhe of poem

  • skyhold

    i am lost in shadow &
    i weary reaching
    fragments moon &
    razor wire hold
    up the sky

  • Campfire Sessions — 13may25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    And, sometimes, it rains.

    I pick up the rain-soaked branch, examine it and hope that by doing so it becomes dry enough to begin. That kind of hope is futile when the weald wants rain. And, today the forest wants the rain. I chuck the piece of firewood to the pit and wander down one of the myriad paths branching out from one of the myriad firepits of the wode, all of which are the same firepits and yet all have their own accord.

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  • black stick

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    black stick twisted
    of the night wood
    shadow into shadow
    turning right through

    black stick twisted
    rapping through brush
    thorn track tapping
    cracking them thick heads

    come to me
    run with me
    kiss dark ever a
    huntress moon

  • send earth

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    send me your earth
    root me deep and
    raise my arms high
    to sun, to moon, to sky
    pour rain down on me
    wash me clean of stain
    stonefields under flint
    send me your earth
    tonight