runepoem | 30 dec 2021

©2021 Michael Raven

old bonds, old ways
blackwing, my clan
blackfeather, my name
drawing the water
drinking in the air
filling me, my fylgja
cast off the dross &
hammer me into shape

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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.

modifiers: algiz (h) & kenaz (o)