talisman 

   They say Gertrude has fingernails ready to slash through waves & land…
Whatever the colour of warning, putting a name onto a storm personifies eyes from the sky.

  
I don’t particularly like purple in such context. A storm’s coming.

For the first time, have dressed my neck with an ancient binding rune from the viking world. The one that’s said to fulfil your wishes. It has its place between Wunjo & my angel. I hope it will bring good fortune.

Meantime, 

a haiku de rigueur, as my dreams jigging with gale gusts.

Veillée d’armes. 

Every storm has its own paraphernalia of bullets… Tonight, the sky turned a sniper.

  

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Filed under 2016, 60N, Arcania, blogging, earth, geopoetics, haiku, images, life, north, poetry, scotland, shetland, shore, snow, spirit, verse poetry, winter

4 responses to “talisman 

  1. Time to batten down the hatches, if you haven’t done so already.

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