Tag: rewilding

  • half-penny thought

    sage bundles in a pot for smudging
    Photo by Ginny Rose Stewart on Unsplash

    Poetry is my incantation; writing, my ritual…

  • homage

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    badh touched my shoulder
    as i held the remains of
    old friends in a wooden box

    i turned to the battle crow
    as she leaned forward
    laying her night beak
    on my pale lips in kiss
    numbing my flesh to tingle
    well after i woke under
    the reapers moon

  • 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

  • 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

  • of wilds

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash

    Previously posted on sceadugenga.com on 18mar25. Reposted with audio.

    going back to the real
    hands smudged black
    and dirt under nails
    gravel yellow crush
    i listen at forests for
    wisdom crowing loud
    leave to crowds where
    crowds are wont to go

    enough of deaf gods mute
    i am not what they need

    left to wending paths
    through silent sentinels
    gone to follow the call

  • tide cold carry

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    standing grey
    heron stone tall
    can you carve the
    shape of me?
    can you carry the
    weight of me?

    slate skies over
    of the under below
    mouth to mouth
    sends us to hum
    mouth to mouth
    cages winter sun

    i fever weary
    slaked in slick
    slaked in foam
    beyond threes of three
    tide cold carry me
    tide cold carry me home

  • wood and wode

    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    with flames burning
    bright in his head
    he wanders woodward
    his wodewose embraced
    in feather and bone and
    of ash and of stone
    he slips between
    shadow and shade
    that lailoken of lake
    and of forests aglow

  • tangled

    tangled christine &
    soldiers marching tin
    on shadows & smoke
    with eyes casting stars
    --how bright they are
    a shower glittershines down

  • stone rains

    Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash
    beyond pale bone pointing
    carved within the fells
    this cracked heart flinted
    veined of moss
    framed in lichen
    feathered at grey & blue
    here, i drink stone rains
    here, i bathe in sweat
    in steam's sharp relief

  • unsleeps

    i have been twisting
    bedsheets into ropes
    in unsleep at nights
    trying to untie my
    soul from tinctures
    of thorn and regret

    some black stones
    at the ocean and
    under a beggar's
    moon, hair flows
    rivers as night
    stars fall showers
    razoring fingers
    in the tweens

    a barred owl
    plays sentry in
    lush trees
    can i help but
    come when called?

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