RIDDLES of the RUNES

http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/meanings.html

You can use the above site for info
This will require loads of reading though
in addition you can use the theme as a whole
Any style,maximum of 300 words
Riddle me a rune

(two entries per poet)

enjoy

Realization of Paradise

The noblity of the sunlight
radiance into a brow of sweat
into the glow of lifefulness
and pouring through the valve
of release.

The sun is shining through
my hand.
Tearing together little pieces
to examine for evidence.

They're passing through my shadow
reminding me of who I've been.
In a triumph of success I pull
these pieces from the sand.

You don't need to tell me who I've been
nor what you think I'm made of.
I know what I need to master what I've got.

I'm ready to breathe again.

THANK YOU Tacete,for your great entry
makes me think of a song
"Sun I call " from the band SOLEFALD

The Hermit

(Rune: Isa)

Despair is its own exile. My heart
is filled with bleak shadows.

Long ago I possessed youth, beauty,
friendship, love, and prosperity.
That age has passed. Beauty,
most of all, is what has forsaken me.
To live without beauty as a woman
is to live as a monster;
there is no desperation
like that of a piteous hag's.
Mist and moonlight fetter
the rocky sea-cliffs of my heart.
There will be no sunrise for me.

The forced silence of my existence
plagues me, this house of no voices.
Gloom and starkness pervade the interior
along with the interior of my heart.

My days are long and full of sorrows,
my nights punctuated by the long,
slow burn of cold and bitterness.
The ticking of the clock chills me.  
How deeply this life hurts,
this awareness like a dull,
throbbing pain in one's fingers
when a storm is brewing at sea.

Pain invites no friendship;
sadness throws cold water
on the fire of camaraderie.
There are few pleasures to my empty hours.
However, when sorrow becomes too great,
a sweet opiate awaits,
the "little death" of sleep
to wrap me in its oblivious embrace.
Alas, upon awakening, my mind screams
out to the Maker of Men,
"Please, no more, have mercy!"
Yet the wind still blows upon my face
and I must mourn my sorrows once more.

But I have not given up yet,
have not yet relinquished or resigned
my soul to death. The human heart
persists in its struggle
for the attainment of peace
and tranquility. My advice to myself
and my reader:
One must bear the weight
of his or her sorrows with bravery
and courage. Only then can
the possibility of healing
be achieved.
This is the message
from this humble hermit.

tHANK YOU, Toniscales,for your great entry
much appreciated,,,

Sun I call burning wheel
Sword I call wolf of steel

Star I call sword of light
Rune I call sign in stone

Man I call tree that thinks
Earth I call grave of men

God I call not of earth
Sky I call home of gods

Sea I call flock of waves
Ship I call horse at sea

Mount I call giant dead
Wind I call Midgard's breath

Life I call kiss of gods
Fire I call wrath of life

Love I call lust for more
Child I call made of love

Name I call eternal life
Worth I call what lives on

Law I call hard as Hel
Fear I call unjust law

King I call head of men
Queen I call pride of king

Dream I call what is not
Time I call Odin's dream

World I call Yggdrasil
Death I call end of all




lyricks of a song by Solefald
(sun,I call)

Wunjo Reversed...

I always talk making clear my question,
my concern, my intention
As my left hand rumbles around
inside their special bag
Smooth, oval, cold shapes slide through my fingers

One chooses me, never the other way round
I don't always like what they tell me
but they are never, ever wrong
Though there are times I wish they were
Because of the work that has to be done

Lately, it's been a turbulent time
emotionally for me
and they've been a shining light
to guide me through
Last night one chose me
to clear a path so I can continue

It confirmed what I already knew
My next stage is birthing
I'm experiencing the angst, the pain of it all
They remind me as always that patience
and perseverance are virtues
Though I do fear somewhat if I'll make it through

I know I can't go back
That's not what I want to do
I'm not the same person I was
I''ve been stripping away what's
no longer needed to what lies within
With each uncovering...a jewel

But there's more work to do
It never, ever stops
In times of doubt, confusion, of feeling lost
They're always there to guide me
A shining light to help get me through

Thank you, Kate,for a fine entry

(Rune: Eihwaz)

A Leaf

falls in repose
    dry-withered scroll
         tender-brittle husk
              with veins like mine

I cradle it in my palm
    like a cup of shadow
         as variegated grays and browns
              flake off its surface

like words falling from a page
    onto my fingers
         perhaps it’s not a leaf after all
              but a regard ring

I can make out an inscription
    delicate as fairy-wing
         I attempt to decipher its message
              listen to its faint thread of music

as it curls further in on itself
    like a witch’s crooked finger
         or some ash-hued microscopic infant
              craving the solace of fetal recumbence

finally I hear it whisper
    know
         see
              love

Evan,I chose your poem because it suits to almost all runes...
Sun,especially,where all starts you managed to capture depth in just a few lines,great symbolism

Kate,your poem was very haunting,a bit mysterious antstoo
Great work


thank you all participants