©2021 Michael Raven
not-dream dreams return, return riding that tree root to crown water flowing under, through, within a handful of wood click-clatters in rhythm with the tok tok tok of the clan whence i was born an elder singing old songs in the rain
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.