“A vengeful voice cut him down,
despite his charmed life,
and so he lost his Scots crown—
candle-brief, like his wife.”
Tag: riddle
A Relevant Riddle
As a djinn let loose from the scarfed glass,
a flaming bouquet abloom from gas.
3 More Riddles
“Bleeding for each word
and sometimes feathered, like a bird.”
“Without a mouth I scream and shout,
but I am not angry as I shove you about.”
“Without teeth I hungrily feed,
eating whatever I may touch,
breathing black breath as I breed
and hissing when I drink too much.”
3 More Riddles
Another Riddle
Ever elusive as we chase it
around the rotating, outspread earth,
between the land and sky we trace it,
contoured to the planet’s rounded girth.
A Musical Riddle
A wind instrument played without lips
nor using a mastery of fingertips;
in fact, to play this is a breeze
whether on the lawn or in the trees.
A riddle
Studded veil of widowed Dawn
gleaming on a moonlit lawn
like clear crystals in a crown
or sequins on a dark gown,
these jewels spangling the flowers
in the early morning hours
dissolve clean in daylight air
neath the sun’s incessant glare,
yet return with mist-blurred night
like earthbound stars, twinkling bright.
Small and fleeting as a kiss
from the fairies—what is this?
Some Halloween Riddles
Having drank too much moonshine,
hair of the dog suits me just fine.
When I need to dust off my black dress
I sweep the clouds, seemingly weightless.
A connoisseur of many minds
I’m lost in a crowd of all kinds.
A nightflier who always eats lite,
I need a drink after getting a bite.
Single and looking for love
on the surface level, up above.
Being an operatic drama queen,
I am heard more often than I am seen.
Pyramid schemes have been good to me,
but I keep it under wraps, ceremonially.
It is quite shocking to be given life,
but if you could, I also need a wife.
Having lost my head near this sleepy place,
my smile never leaves my radiant face.
Midnight Riddle 2
A backward-looking pillar of the community
while her town underwent flagrant scrutiny.
Who was she?
Midnight Riddle
Laying always in my bed,
yet ever on the move,
whichever way I head
I stay in my age-old groove.
What am I?
