Reflections of the Summer Solstice

When the Sol,

Is at its’ peak,

Its’ hidden power,

Starts to seep.

Into hearts,

And into souls, 

Igniting fires,

New and old.

And like the flame,

It burns away,

Every woe, 

This longest day. 

(And sometimes fire,

Pierces through,

The hearts of that, 

Which fetters you.)

We rise to meet,

That golden dawn,

The spinning fire, 

Wheel of Kaun. 

Beneath the ocean, 

Tiwaz blessed, 

Honoring all,

With feast and fest. 

On fresh cut turf,

Good cheese and good wine, 

Surrounded by stars, 

And reflections of time. 

Evocation of Runes

ᚠ : Fe is the weapon of Fro,

Unusual trade for steel.

ᚢ : Ur is a steaming kettle,

Pool of ancient energy.

ᚦ : Thurs is the might of thunder,

Giant serpent in the depths.

ᚬ : Oss is inspired speaking,

Wind of wisdom calling thee.

ᚱ : Reid is rhythm of the drum,

Guiding soul from mortal flesh.

ᚴ : Kaun is worry, anguish, hurt-

Fiery bridge, teeth of Surt.

ᚼ : Hagal is descending quick,

Crops it fells, but thoughts it fixed.

ᚾ : Naud is cryptic stage of growth,

To hide is a break of oath.

ᛁ : Is is sharp and focused mind,

Or stagnation’s awful bind.

ᛅ : Ar is smelling cooking feast,

Joy and worry in the least.

ᛋ : Sol is compass overhead,

Gift of light, bane of the dead.

ᛏ : Tyr is faith and justice whole,

Honor to thy cause and form.

ᛒ : Bjarkan stretching toward the moon,

Dark goddess of Erthos womb.

ᛘ : Madr pours unto the Lord,

Many faces, many forms.

ᛚ : Lagu hooks upon the soul,

Calm of the primordial.

ᛣ : Yr can bend and flex at will,

Every man is mortal still.

A Rhythm of Younger Runes

ᚠ Fe makes right,

ᚠ Fe makes greed,

ᚠ Just enough – is what we need.

ᚢ Ur has hoof,

ᚢ Ur has horn,

ᚢ Mighty wild – eyes of scorn

ᚦ Thurs are sharp,

ᚦ Thurs are wise,

ᚦ Ancient beings – in disguise.

ᚬ Oss is wind,

ᚬ Oss is wide,

ᚬ Pointed hat – spear at the side.

ᚱ Reid is reigns,

ᚱ Reid is spokes,

ᚱ Thor’s wagon – drawn behind goats.

ᚴ Kaun is heat,

ᚴ Kaun is fire,

ᚴ In the depths – of our desires.

ᚼ Hagal maims,

ᚼ Hagal tolls,

ᚼ Crystal star – that’s hard to hold.

ᚾ Naud is lock,

ᚾ Naud is key,

ᚾ Opening doors – that we need.

ᛁ Is is still,

ᛁ Is is clear,

ᛁ Hanging from roofs – like cold spears.

ᛅ Ar is blood,

ᛅ Ar is wheat,

ᛅ Harvesting that – which we seek.

ᛋ Sol is high,

ᛋ Sol is bold,

ᛋ In the skull – wheel of gold.

ᛏ Tyr is right,

ᛏ Tyr is score,

ᛏ Call upon – in times of war.

ᛒ Bjarkan shines,

ᛒ Bjarkan sees,

ᛒ Far away – atop the trees.

ᛘ Madr lives,

ᛘ Madr dies,

ᛘ In between – is where he lies.

ᛚ Lagu falls,

ᛚ Lagu pours,

ᛚ Bringing life – and carrying oars.

ᛣ Yr is green,

ᛣ Yr is bow,

ᛣ Up above – and down below.

The Rune Poems: A Reawakened Tradition (Book Review)

“The Rune Poems: A Reawakened Tradition”
By P.D Brown and Michael Moynihan.

For those looking for a new rune book, I found this to be a great addition to the shelf. It’s refreshing to see this type of collaborative effort at preserving the art of runes and poetry. Many great and diverse angles are given on each rune and futhark, delving deep into the well within each.

I think my favorite of the modern rune poems were “A Tally of Staves” by Eirik Westcoat and “Rune Poem” by David Jones. I was previously unaware of both of these people, so it was nice to hear some new perspective on the runes and their functions.

Eirik’s Raido poem stuck to me, as it describes the long road one embarks on towards finding their Self. “Ever spiraling” as he says…

“Raido is wagon, and riding as well,

on the lengthy road that leads to Self,

ever spiraling in endless cycles.

By holding to right, a healthy order

is built through turnings of bright and dark.

When wheels and axles are well aligned,

rede for the road is readily heard.

This craft of construction, careful synthesis,

manifests ice in its myriad forms.”

The poem describes how one must endure certain journeys to discover and form the Self. Through an “ordered” and controlled lifestyle, one can survive any bouts with light or dark instances of life. When we are carefully controlled and mastered, like the chariot, we will stride straight and true toward our goals. The end of the poem, in my opinion, refers to a solidifying of positive momentum or rhythm. This momentum, like ice, shows itself in many forms and shapes.

“Rune Poem” by David Jones was as satisfying as a bright beer, good smoke, or golden sunset. Absolutely amazing work and reeking with wisdom.

The Sowilo poem stood out to me, as it is an essential turning point in the journey of the poem. One completes this phase of life and moves into the next…

“Onward and upward toward the glow,

Holy light strikes the crystal of will,

This the rainbow bridge is cast for use.

Stepped out of the cycles of rebirth,

The bold of all ages now benchmates,

No longer as piece but now as player,

He stands shoulder to shoulder with gods

In the right at the grand end of time,

Where all is renewed in destruction.”

This poem shows a deep belief in reincarnation. However, it also shows the belief that one can break the cycle by reaching “Othala,” which is the Germanic version of Samsara. This implies, that through Sowilo, one now steps out of rebirth and into a new, celestial, godlike phase. Beginning with the rune Tiwaz.

If you’re on the fence because of the price, I get it. Nevertheless, you likely won’t need another rune poem book, as this covers most, if not all of what is available to us from antiquity.