©2021 Michael Raven
the river of wyrd runs through me like a horse riding hard winds of fate tug my hair pulling, too, at you drawing concordant towards a wish waiting at the edge of the world
Note: For the purposes of these runepoems, I randomly select three runes and consider the meanings of each rune as I interpret and understand them based on a number of different resources, which may or may not be in alignment with accepted interpretations. I am a rune enthusiast, not an expert or scholar. These “runecasts” are not intended to be treated as divinatory, although there are elements of personal alchemy and shamanic practice in the crafting of each poem.
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