One of the small joys of keeping things (I prefer the term ''treasurer' to 'hoarder') - is finding bits of your old self, maybe in the form of writing. Today I have found two old riddles I composed many years ago; one is a traditional spelling riddle, the other in haiku form. I am not, I hasten to add, claiming to be an expert in either forms.
RIDDLE
My first is in plumage and also in pyre,
My second is in host, a Heavenly choir
My third is just nothing, your pardon I beg
My fourth is in embers in which sits an egg
My fifth is ink, as seen on this page
My sixth in inferno, a fiery rage
My seventh is a cross that is every man's mark
My whole is a flame which will light up the dark
HAIKU
White angel gliding
Grace and beauty on water
Flip, flap, flop on grass.
My first is in plumage and also in pyre,
My second is in host, a Heavenly choir
My third is just nothing, your pardon I beg
My fourth is in embers in which sits an egg
My fifth is ink, as seen on this page
My sixth in inferno, a fiery rage
My seventh is a cross that is every man's mark
My whole is a flame which will light up the dark
HAIKU
White angel gliding
Grace and beauty on water
Flip, flap, flop on grass.
Email me the correct two answers via my blog profile to go in for a drawer to win my very last 2012 calendar as a prize! (Email answers only accepted). If you can only guess one, do send it in, just in case nobody gets both.
*CLOSES WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEB 15 12 MIDDAY U.K TIME!* (well done to all the correct answerers so far)
*CLOSES WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEB 15 12 MIDDAY U.K TIME!* (well done to all the correct answerers so far)
