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+<title>Isa</title>
+<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_isaz.svg"><img src="../img/runes/isa.svg" alt="Isa rune" title="Isa rune"></a></p>
+<h1>Isa</h1>
+
+<p>Traditional meaning: ice</p>
+
+<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
+
+<ul>
+	<li>stillness and quiet</li>
+	<li>silent contemplation</li>
+	<li>the world that sleeps within</li>
+	<li>boundaries of the soul</li>
+	<li>individuation</li>
+	<li>abeyance / temporary respite</li>
+</ul>
+
+<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
+
+<ul>
+	<li>reclusion</li>
+	<li>emotional coldness</li>
+	<li>a situation with no change in sight</li>
+	<li>stagnation</li>
+</ul>
+
+<p>Isa can be useful for:</p>
+
+<ul>
+	<li>finding a quiet place to concentrate</li>
+	<li>casting a personal shield</li>
+	<li>guarding against soul loss</li>
+</ul>
+
+<hr>
+
+<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+Is byþ ofereald, ungemetum slidor,<br>glisnaþ glæshluttur gimmum gelicust,<br>flor forste geworuht, fæger ansyne.</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote>Ice is very cold and immeasurably slippery;<br>it glistens as clear as glass and most like to gems;<br>it is a floor wrought by the frost, fair to look upon.</blockquote>
+
+<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
+
+<blockquote>Ís ko,llum brú bræiða;<br>blindan þarf at læiða.</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote>Ice we call the broad bridge;<br>the blind man must be led.</blockquote>
+
+<p>A modern poem:</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+	<p>Metaclysma,<br/>
+	inter-world void.<br/>
+	No touch, no voice,<br/>
+	silhouette of black,<br/>
+	all other senses in lack.<br/>
+	Just eternal light.</p>
+
+	<p>I come to with limbs bound tight<br/>
+	in open silk-lined coffin.<br/>
+	Space between flight<br/>
+	from Eris's explosion<br/>
+	into metaclysma and now<br/>
+	left unwritten, just as blank.<br/>
+	Lights made dim as to not stain<br/>
+	my vision with a single face<br/>
+	of clergy self-proclaimed<br/>
+	caretakers, unworthy to be named.<br/>
+	To them, I think, I am a saint,<br/>
+	a goddess who made sacrifice<br/>
+	to give them this world that once was spring<br/>
+	but now sleeps under blanket of ice.</p>
+
+	<p>Tomorrow steeps my Holiday<br/>
+	where come commoners to pray<br/>
+	to the casket where I've lain<br/>
+	these five years, apparently,<br/>
+	for grace<br/>
+	or their fates to change.<br/>
+	Body strewn over a bed<br/>
+	in a darkened room, rubbing<br/>
+	my limbs to regain<br/>
+	five years of feeling,<br/>
+	halfway sedate<br/>
+	to keep aches from constructing<br/>
+	a tower in my head.<br/>
+	Maybe they wanted to reach the empty heavens<br/>
+	too, drop a rock to bust open the frozen canyons.</p>
+
+	<p>Jett,<br/>
+	I had not the strength<br/>
+	to your gentle hand hold on.<br/>
+	I suppose<br/>
+	I can only hope<br/>
+	you're haunting somewhere in these halls,<br/>
+	found a way these five years to cope<br/>
+	with this world I made for you but did not survive<br/>
+	to share. I think, unless I am deceived, I am alive<br/>
+	now, again, yours forever.<br/>
+	If you'll still have me as your wife.<br/>
+	If you'll still live with me on that mountainside.</p>
+</blockquote>