Tag: rewilding

  • boundless

    Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
    let us go beyond naming and
    enter the spirit of the matter—
    tear down the fences that divide

    this bone is not bone, it is bone
    this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
    this stone stands beyond stone

    wash away the scarlet boundaries
    cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
    listen to the small known by "night"
  • tossing a rune — 27aug25

    gebo
    "we sacrificed all the things we love
    to get more of nothing"
    cry the echoes of november in the empty
    of this autumn head of mine—
    gates dissolve by way of drifting snow
    revealing the only thing that's real

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

    Today’s rune is gebo, which has a core meaning of “gift”. This relates to all forms of reciprocity, transaction, generosity, hospitality and sacrifice (in the sense of giving up something).

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

  • tossing a rune — 25aug25

    othala
    weary of tethers
    fingers dance the blade
    toying with cutting away jesses
    and giving wing to flight

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

    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.

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

  • unpermitted

    lost weirds wording
    mute mouth movement
    i blind eye my fuzzy sight
    waiting for fires to burn

    your permission is
    not my intention
    your permission is
    not my affliction
    i break earth in lines
    in my own damned time

    nightsitting, waiting
    giving over to my dross
    'til she bare feet comes
    never touching ground
    never turning 'round, again
  • tossing a rune — 22aug25

    hagalaz
    piercing pellets at endsummer
    an unexpected assault
    on brainpan and leaf

    soon, grass will return green
    to crickets waving a breeze

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

    Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change.

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

  • you cannot see

    manticmined i bury myself
    in the understone covered
    fís and mistformed flowing
    scáthed, bran storied days
    under feathered of white
    rest now rest now
    pale blind enters night

    cut crimson rivers slow
    hazel once at the evening
    come oak slipped of the morn
    i am her come at blackthorn
    i am her come of snow
  • tossing a rune — 19aug25

    ehwaz
    at rivers' crossing
    she joins, shoulder riding light
    silent as the fog around

    no more words—
    silence is the wisdom
    of the day

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

    Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja, and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust.

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

  • hidden-faced moon

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    embracing the forest's fog
    delving ever deeper within
    shaking off distraction
    with the rising of a hood
    so that both
    seeing & hearing
    becomes more clear

    a murder calls of autumn
    long rains, hidden-faced moon
  • skrit

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hand cast stones at
    the nothing of alone
    washing the waves
    on over my night eyes

    even the wights wait
    to speak, chewing silence

    scoring steel with flint
    seeking sparks in empty
    skrit skrat skreet
    we are the ravens
    at their clams

    sputtering flames
    we gather to heat
    chill bones
  • stone alone

    Photo by Jo Amos on Unsplash
    i gave to ground
    & scrimshawed
    all my bone

    called to north of
    badb, my stone
    etched of heart song

    to feather dance
    in spun spiral &
    rhythm slow

    stone alone
    at nightmoons
    here comes her
    snow