Tag: rewilding

  • tossing a rune — 15aug25

    laguz
    from her source
    the first kiss of winter
    to her river flows

    taking up blackthorn
    i seek to pathfind
    her snows

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.

    Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides.

  • winternight

    a blue face glowing
    Photo by Merlin Lightpainting on Pexels.com
    crack hands old oak
    wrapped around my love
    i hollow the heartwood
    until she slips inside
    she comes the winter
    she comes the night
    she comes the winternight

    pinpricks my body torn
    needles dance my arms
    we sickle under midmoon
    white kissed before we're born
    she comes the winter
    she comes the night
    she comes winternight

  • sedges

    Photo by Gabriel Miklós on Unsplash
    unconfidante but for
    ravens and crows
    campfires and ghosts
    gone blind due to reading
    gone silent for song

    conspiracy and murder
    have taken all tongue
    broken fingerbones
    have stolen all tone

    shh, now childe
    sleep within sedges at
    green gone wild

  • tossing a rune — 08aug25

    fehu
    giving away books
    to little libraries
    to show my kin
    sharing make us richer
    than accumulation

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.

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

  • waiting for maple

    Photo by Tokyo Kohaku on Unsplash
    i have gone lost
    down the bones
    etched at kohl
    in following many
    elder ways to a place
    called shadow

    she is beyond name &
    speaks in fingers
    under the canopy green
    skin earthstained red
    waiting for maple
    to bleed

  • Half-penny thoughts | 07aug25

    Somewhere in Alaska, my photo

    My mind keeps going back to when I was driving through Alaska, Yukon and British Columbia. Not to disparage Alberta or Saskatchewan, but those landscapes were too “familiar”. Really, once you’ve seen one endless field of a particular crop, they all take on a similar character and we have a hell of a lot of examples of that landscape when you’re away from the river valleys in the upper midwestern states of North Dakota, Minnesota, South Dakota, Iowa and Wisconsin. My eye craved something different from what I could view a half-hour’s drive from home. And so, the last leg of my trip was not nearly as visually stimulating as the foreleg of the same.

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  • ever • more

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    oak • mistletoe
    me • you
    all • dream
    ever • more
    into • wood
    we • go

  • hear gates

    Photo by Brett Wharton on Unsplash
    seeking a stop making sense
    to snail ride a razor’s edge
    staccato clipped my words trip
    under themselves again

    these old ones do not care
    for your piety, no
    they want to embrace storm

    clacking bones trice
    can you hear gates?

  • shedding

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    we glide fields
    wend the trees
    crest the tor and
    stretch wide mouths
    to sing

    this unpeopling
    of ourselves celebrates
    forest fires burning
    inside our chests,
    shriven

    without names
    these nature gods
    shove hours aside
    giving all to
    heartwood

    shed the wire
    marking barbed against
    soft flesh
    and fly…

  • october is

    Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash
    as we draw speechless
    under growing hallows
    full moon and mistletoe
    summer gives to autumn

    ol' john, he sentinels
    green still in the barley
    hiding us our shadow
    away until the dawn

    darning fingers cast weaves
    for october is our song...