rune pairs: gebo | ehwaz

©2021 Michael Raven

i draw the blade
make the cut
make myself a gift
of sacrifice
though there is doubt
of my waking dream
trust this is for the best

gebo: gifts, exchange, sexual/mystical union, oaths, equilibrium, sacrifice, divine vision

ehwaz: sexual energy, trust, teamwork, symbiotic relationships, complement, harmony

Note: There is no divinatory question being considered, but merely an investigation into the relationships the runes might suggest as they come together. For these exercises, I am not considering the murkstave implications from the drawing, but focusing exclusively on the core concepts. At a later date I may consider the implications presented by a reversed rune — possibly when I start casting the runes in a more traditional way — but I am more intent on learning the primary meanings and making connections via wyrd at this time.

dancing on the web/

©2021 Michael Raven

consulting the bones
in my winter home
etching out night
turned green
we smile and nod and
pretend to be
other than the same ol' thing

tap out ash pipes
question the web
tangle tease the ghosts tonight
tangle the tease of needs
i twist the threads taut
press fingers though
spaces unseen
spirit sings through fingertips
spirit flows through me

slip me on
danse danse danse
me in the moonlight
i winter bones you see
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winter lights/

©2021 Michael Raven

waiting for the skies
to turn green and
the snowscaped kiss
lips on the tortoise shell
nights in winter
chill cold winds flow
tonight, i am eskimo
stone ice tombstones
stone ice river floe
like diamonds for hands 
glittershine on --

hunt with me these
hollow bone scree
scrimshaw me my
winter bones etched we
wrapped in starcast night
you shook your head at me
never... never... never seem

cold wind blows through
my head, driven like
snow feather light wight
scrimshaw knifed on aging
clippers run aground
turquoise eyes and
granite hue
stars all showerfall
from your dream
dance on my naked flesh
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Finding the unknowing

©2021 Michael Raven

I’m at one of those places (again) where I wish I was untethered so I could walk the nomad path and learn the ways of the wandering folk of the world.

Nothing romantic like the vagabond on the rails or the Romany caravan, but finding one of the few nomadic tribes in the arctic regions of the world, earning their trust and learning their ways — leaving the world as I know it behind. Learn what people like the Sami have to teach, arriving as an empty vessel, waiting to be filled to overflowing with a different way of life, unbound by the bondage that modern conveniences bring.

I would toss my smartphone into the ocean, lose electric bondage, overcome my distaste for dressing a kill. Hunt, gather, move together, learn the rhythms of the natural world and leave the rest behind like shedding a dry reptilian skin, sloughing the diseased mind of the “civilized” world behind and walking naked into the night.

Endlessly craving washed away with the brine of needling snow and day-weary bones of a town on the move. I crave to erase this empty space where the wind howls in my heart, that calling for something unfound.

I want to follow the trail of the dream, one step after another, through the tundra desert flowing before me.

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rune pairs: mannaz | inguz

©2021 Michael Raven

bloodless,
the time has come
to withdraw
to the center
draw forth, prepare
for the wyrding days
to come

mannaz: self-actualization, mind and memory, opening the eye, humankind, divine influence

inguz: male energies, self care, creative energy, storage and building of energy, inner child, gestation

Note: There is no divinatory question being considered, but merely an investigation into the relationships the runes might suggest as they come together. For these exercises, I am not considering the murkstave implications from the drawing, but focusing exclusively on the core concepts. At a later date I may consider the implications presented by a reversed rune — possibly when I start casting the runes in a more traditional way — but I am more intent on learning the primary meanings and making connections via wyrd at this time.

emmalene screaming/

©2021 Michael Raven

self-inflicted wounds
ripped from my sleeve
bandaged in
barbed wire kisses
i am alacard screaming
for my never dreaming
screaming for my emmalene
never hurt touching
never hate loving
never reach wanting
in this uncaring house
of mirrors that
traps me underground
with two twisted smiles
slipshifting out of phase
while the dark days
eighty days of night
chill my hand clutched chest

no
no
no
no
[shriek]
no
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There’s nothing like discovering…

©2021 Michael Raven

…That an article you wrote and proposed for the company quarterly newsletter was approved and published — because the newsletter in question appears in your USPS mailbox.

Not because anyone thought to mention it to you…

I suppose I should have expected that would be the way everything went. Why would anyone thing to tell me about it making the grade? I might get uppity if I found out.

I suppose I should celebrate, but the achievement tastes like ashes across my tongue.

I’m needing more and more take that journey I have been talking about…

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