five pentacles

awash in the material
with its broken windows
& neglected soul
breaking ground for
my church not built
with hands
under yew and ash
aglow in the winter night

faint, the carrion call

into the fells

perhaps
-- just maybe
i am a little tempted

that succubus promise
of living beyond the edge
of a world gone mad
from lost lunchboxes
to rude shouts in the
assembly above
with their tanks
and their bombs
and their guns
zombi zombi
hey hey hey
hey ho

toss that phone
onto that wide mountain
heath and scrub
skittering on scree
and into the fells
to follow living stone
and bone etched
with indian ink

three runes: ᛉ ᚲ ᛚ

hill & barrow
hall & harrow
sarsen & hallow
carrion carry
through & through
under & somewhere
to the other side
nine waves nine
burning inside
bring a spirit home

symbolisms
ᛉ algiz
ᚲ kenaz
ᛚ laguz

recrudesce

rose raw & ruby
lips, petals drawn
velvet back to
kiss, i could die
for this die for this
echo muse consume
& drowns me
in song, can you
hear me shrieking
over the maelstrom
ich bin hier allein
marian

Snark

Sure, I posted this a while back, but today feels like a great day to bring it back.

sceadugenga

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

Lewis Carroll, The Hunting of the Snark

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segue

splinters and broken stone
i crawl underground
and wrap the earth around

three runes: ᛉ ᛈ ᛜ

crow or raven...
let us not get hung up
on details...

follow the river to the
headwaters, branches
to the heartwood,
smoke to hearth

accept ørlǫg
wherever tangled
threads lead

i ride smoke homeward
ash on forehead
etched reindeer bone

symbolisms
ᛉ algiz
ᛈ pertho
ᛜ ingwaz

mindgames

i cannot lie--
i wait to watch
the veils fall
just as if
these pictures of you
are not moments
frozen in time

three staves

three staves
black foot and wing
he watches waves
at the precipice
waiting for winds
to carry him
carry him
home

needles

winter songs on the wind
wraiths of what we
had once been
the damage needles
piercing ice
needfire just out
of grasping fingers' reach