Sowilo Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

My back to the East
My Desk before me
I Finger my keyboard
As I trace the threads
of lingering memories
Fragments we spun
Into an electric web
We wove
To help us gather
Our collective
Consciousness
As I try
To unwind the
Meaning
Of Both
Modern
And Ancient
Runes

As dusk approaches
The sun beams brightly
Through
The narrow window
Of a door shut tight
Against the winter winds
As it descends slowly
Toward the roof line
Of that place
Across the way

Glaring Fiercely
It consumes my sight
As it hits me
Between the eyes
And the Screen
That sits quietly
Before me
No longer seems
To shine as bright

And for just
A passing moment
I think
I should move a bit
Adjust myself
So I can continue
Reading
The Passage
It so boldly
Interrupts

But then
I think
Well maybe
It's time I took
A Break
And leaning back
I close my eyes
As it warms
My brow
Teasing out
The lessons
Of the day
As it's bright
Memory
Dances
Large and red
Against the Darkened
Field inside my mind

Slowly
This vision
Fades and shifts
First into a flame
That feeds the Hearth
Then to an ember
That that
Has the will
To know again
To grow again
If carefully
Contained
Then to
The
Three Cut
Rune
With which
The Northmen
Spell
Her Name