The Fourth Riddle

I am transparent in my motivations

To watch or be watched

Found in all the usual places-

Eyes, cupboards, hearts

Waiting to be looked over or through

Do not be shattered by my perspective!

I reflect only what is, not what will be

 

Who am I?

Yeah. This is probably less a riddle than esoteric poetry, but we’ll go with it. This is a week of small riddles and puzzles. See if you can solve them! Hat tip to Xina Marie whose Anglo-Saxon riddle songs inspired me to try my own hand at them.

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For more less esoteric poetry, you can read my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.

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The Third Riddle

What could I contain that you would value?

Sun-touched, wind-worn, I hold only what you allow

Whether I am a good neighbour or a poor one

Hinges entirely on your stake in my wellbeing

My path may be circumscribed

But I am too self-contained to care for the wider world

My passage marked only by those who seek to overcome me

Who am I?

This is a week of small riddles and puzzles. See if you can solve them! Hat tip to Xina Marie whose Anglo-Saxon riddle songs inspired me to try my own hand at them.

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For more neighbours, good or otherwise, you can read my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.

The Second Riddle

Stronger than rock, weaker than rain

Wound and blind, I lie between

I have brought destruction to the powerful

And comfort to the weak

A carrier of death and life, containing neither

Do not fear my transit!

We will only ever meet in passing

Who am I?

This is a week of small riddles and puzzles. See if you can solve them! Hat tip to Xina Marie whose Anglo-Saxon riddle songs inspired me to try my own hand at them.

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For more fantastical destroyers, you can read my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.

The First Riddle

I am laid low by the hands that raise me high

My head bowed only to the passing wind

When cut to the core, sugar-sweet, I bleed

My music is greater with my death

No words of my own, I speak for others

Flag-raised, ground-grasped,

I reach always for the sky

Who am I?

This is a week of small riddles and puzzles. See if you can solve them! Hat tip to Xina Marie whose Anglo-Saxon riddle songs inspired me to try my own hand at them.

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More falls and sugar are found in my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.