Futhorc — Runes: Tuesday, September 15

Peorð is the letter the Anglo-Saxon poem could only describe by its setting: always play and laughter among the bold, where warriors sit in the beer-hall together. Nobody knows what the word means and the poet may not have either. The rune is what has not been disclosed, including its own sense. Today, let something stay unknown. The hall is warm and the game is under way, and the answer you keep reaching for will not arrive from reaching.