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
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.
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
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
