Tag: rewilding

in the weald

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

gone to wode
in the weald
gone to fever 
in the head
would he to wild
oh darkling, at
spanning rivers
in his bed

30 Jun 25

wandering at amble

is it descendance
or ascension
when desire is
in suspension?
when you feel
tension but remain
uncompelled to act
on anything at all?
are you alive
without drive or
are you just living
life small?

30 Jun 25

black sands

black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees — *Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com*

i walk
the black sands
hand on hand
holding the blade
carving a line
none dare cross

we are rose petals
scattered scarlet
blood my blood
a desert red without
you mouth to
drink me in

winter song of wine
a stone beach
broken of time

29 Jun 25

otherside

i wonder at the fog that
obscures all thinking
dancing ghosts away
from dream

all the lies, all the lies of me
i feel a new sobriety
washing over

another wall showing cracks?
what awaits the otherside?

29 Jun 25

tossing a rune — 27jun25
sowilo
```
the haze of frost
clouding vision
melts away —
casting sharper shadows
in the brightness of day
```
Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is sowilo, which has a core meaning “sun”. The sun is representative of the source of life, illumination and power.
27 Jun 25

enjoin me

the troubles keep and
none of them mine
there is no time to cry

i step to oak & slender
the place within
i could dream all day &
all night in the within

flint, cuts skin, bone
to drag me of wood
spell some silence
for me, one who sees
enjoin me to whole

26 Jun 25

fade away

silting down thick
the layers me put
under the wave

quenching flame
give steel to rust
casting new

i rain i rain
i rain i rain
under granite
skies, i rain

keep me in
your memory
but then let me
fade away

26 Jun 25

seek no

settle to stone and
quit with the roam
seek no, seek no more

to take axe to axel
to stop up the ramble
seek no, seek no more

follow low water
flow dark home
seek no, seek no more

25 Jun 25

stormy passings wet

of crash the rainbows in
the undergrey at raining
with the undone angry
sitting thresholds linger

stormy passings wet
my granite sharp face
—in need of a shave might
the added phrase be—
yet, soon comes our clover

the clover carves thunder
in the laying down we

25 Jun 25

tossing a rune — 22jun25
berkana
```
through the pass
we may yet recall
all of those parts of us
long since forgotten
```
Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is berkana, which has a core meaning “birch”. Birch are often the first trees to populate areas after a forest fire and, by extension, are associated with new beginnings, purification and rebirth — all of which tend to be related to the eternal feminine.
22 Jun 25