Riddles
- Pupil Handout
| A
door |
but
not a door |
| In
homes |
but
not for humans |
| I
have no hole |
for
a key, nor a handle, |
| Those
who flash through me |
having
no fingers. |
| I
am way out |
and
way in |
| For
the night-watchers, |
the
long-whiskered. |
- UA
Fanthorpe
We are a
crystal zoo,
Wielders of fortunes,
The top of our professions.
Like hard silver nails
Hammered into the dark
We make charts for mariners.
- John
Cotton
My skin
shimmers with all the colours
of a rainbow, and you hold me like a feather,
so gently, afraid to smear my shine with
your fingertips, reading me closely, spinning
me in your mind, gently placing me
in the black box where I whirr
contentedly, singing with my silver tongue.
- Charles
Hadfield
Gifted
with vision the snowman would see
through what I am. In the heart of winter
I come from my fields to enter
your home in a sack.
Once I wore green; soon, dangerous in red,
my tongues will bum with history: the ponies blind
and blackened men, their livings brought me
here, the villages broken and left for dead.
Later, going out, I'm already out of mind.
- Frank
Fell
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