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Introduction
Riddle-poems are a lot of fun. They're an amusing game for children
and adults, a connection to history, and a way to approach poetry that
avoids the conceit and self-indulgence that lays waste to so much of it.
Anyone can appreciate riddle-poems, and almost anyone can learn to
make them. By doing so, you can enjoy yourself, sharpen your wits, learn a
new way to look at the world, and perhaps tap resources of creativity you
never suspected yourself to have.
With the riddle-poem comes the riddle-game. To play the riddle-game,
two or more people take turns making up riddles on the spot. You win
points, or jellybeans, or whatever, by answering riddles correctly (we'll
present some rules for a modern version of the riddle-game later). If you're
feeling uninspired, you can use a riddle you've heard somewhere else, but
doing that a lot is considered poor form. The riddle-game should be about
creativity, not rote memory.
At this point, a lot of you are probably thinking Improvise poetry? I
couldn't possibly! This isn't for me! But you can do it. One of the charms of
the riddle-game is that it proves that poetry need not be an elite art. I'll show
you how to make beautiful riddle-poems with simple methods that are play
to use, not hard specialized work.
We know of many cultures that have riddle-poem traditions. The bestdocumented, and the one we'll be taking our model from, is the riddle-poem
tradition of the Anglo-Saxons, the Vikings, and the Teutons. These peoples
of the Dark Ages played the riddle-game around their hearth-fires for more
than five hundred years. Some of their riddles have come down to us.
Here is a modern English translation of a simple riddle poem, over a
thousand years old. It's from a very old manuscript called the Book of
Exeter, which contains a treasury of Anglo-Saxon riddles. It's one of my
favorites.
Riddle: A wonder on the wave / water became bone.
Answer: Ice on a lake or seashore.

This simple one-line poem is an excellent example of the riddle-poem

style. Good riddle-poems are terse, pithy, visual, rhythmic. Like haiku, they
take their power from a compelling image.
To appreciate this poem fully, speak it to yourself out loud (the slash
represents a caesura or pause). In the Dark Ages, poetry was a spoken art.
Poems were written to be chanted or sung. Anglo-Saxon (the parent
language of English) was a rolling, sonorous, thunderous language wellsuited to poetry and oration. Some of this quality comes through even in
translation.

Basic Riddle-Poem Construction

Here's an example of a riddle-poem in modern English in very
traditional style and subject:
Riddle: A hoard of rings am I,
but no fit gift for a bride;
I await a sword's kiss.
Answer: A suit of chain-mail.

Note that it doesn't rhyme. Rhyme is nice in a riddle-poem, but strong

rhythm (what poets call good scansion) is better. Actually, traditional riddlepoems hardly employed rhyme for structure at all; they used an elaborate
set of stress rules and a technique called alliteration which we'll describe
later on.
Rhythm speech rhythm is all-important. In composing riddlepoems that sound good, a bit of role-playing helps. When you're working on
one, try to imagine yourself chanting it to a hall-full of drunken Vikings. Do
they pound the tables and roar? Do they laugh? Or do they just plain not get
it?
Often you can get the right effect by sticking to muscular one-and twosyllable words in your poem avoid anything Latin-sounding or elaborate.
Sticking to concrete objects that anyone in a medieval setting might have
seen is also a good idea.
That said, it's certainly possible to make riddles in the traditional style
about modern subjects. Consider these two examples:
Riddle: I am the black cloak of the road.
Answer: Asphalt

Supposing your Viking had ever seen an asphalt road, he'd like this
one. Though he'd probably think it rather simple, a children's riddle. Here's
another good children's riddle, contributed by Isobel Hooper:
Riddle: Hard iron on horse / cow's hide on man.
Answer: Shoe

Here's one with more meat:

Riddle: I drink the blood of the Earth,
and the trees fear my roar,
yet a man may hold me in his hands.
Answer: A chainsaw

The blood of the Earth, of course, is petroleum. This phrase is a good

example of what Viking poets called a kenning, a poetic and indirect
description of some simple thing or event a riddle within the riddle-poem.
Some Viking kennings were used so conventionally that they became
poetic cliches; for example, the ocean was called the whale-road, the sun
as world-candle, battle referred to as a feast of eagles, warriors as speartrees and generous chieftains as ring-givers (it was considered a mark of
special favor for a Viking warrior to receive a ring or bracelet from the
chieftain's own arm, and such a gift also confirmed and raised the status of
the chieftain).
Other kennings were riddles in themselves, or ways of suggesting that a
thing could be viewed in two or more ways. The riddle-poem above gets its
power by suggesting some fearsome creature vast enough to feed on the
Earth itself, and then paradoxically stating that the beast is small enough to
be held in two hands.
Here is another, simpler riddle-poem with a similar hook:
Riddle: Three eyes have I, all in a row;
when the red one opens, all freeze.
Answer: A traffic light.

Giving the subject of the riddle the qualities of a person, and then
having it describe itself poetically, is a very common style of riddle. The
stoplight riddle isn't a particularly inspired one, though the first line makes
neat use of the internal rhyme between eyes and I.
Here are a few more of this kind to think about:
Riddle: I am the hall-upholder,
once crowned in green.
Answer: Pillar carved from a tree-trunk.

Riddle: I am the yellow hem

of the sea's blue skirt.
Answer: Sand on a beach.
Riddle: I am the red tongue of the Earth,
that buries cities.
Answer: Lava from a volcano.
Riddle: The Moon is my father,
the Sea is my mother;
I have a million brothers,
I die when I reach land.
Answer: A wave on the ocean.

Another common form is to make poetic assertions about the subject

that lead to an obvious image, which you then flatly deny, creating an air of
paradox. (We saw this above in the chain-mail poem; but no fit gift...)
Riddle: Thousands lay up gold within this house,
but no man made it.
Spears past counting guard this house,
but no man wards it.
Answer: A beehive.

The spears are bee stings.

More Ancient Examples

Here are some more riddles from the Book of Exeter. The translations
are based on Michael Alexander's The Earliest English Poems (Penguin
1977; ISBN 0-14-044-172-7); I have tinkered with the first one a bit to
improve its scansion.
Riddle: I am fire-fretted / and I flirt with Wind;
my limbs are light-freighted / I am lapped in flame.
I am storm-stacked / and I strain to fly;
I'm a grove leaf-bearing / and a glowing coal.
Answer: A beam of wood.

Alexander gives a second verse for this one which I believe was
originally a separate riddle; the style is quite different.
Riddle: From hand to hand / about the hall I go,
Much do lords and ladies / love to kiss me;
When I hold myself high / and the whole throng
bows before me / their blessedness
shall flourish skyward / beneath my fostering shade.
Answer: A wooden god-image or crucifix.

Note that in the Book of Exeter no answers for the riddles are given, and
they are crowded onto the manuscript page without line breaks. In some
cases, the boundaries between riddles are not clear.

Riddle: Swings by his thigh / a thing most magical!

Below the belt / beneath the folds
Of his clothes it hangs / a hole in its front end,
stiff-set and stout / it swivels about.
Levelling the head / of this hanging tool,
its wielder hoists his hem / above his knee;
it is his will to fill / a well-known hole
that it fits fully / when at full length
He's oft filled it before. / Now he fills it again.
Answer: A key.

This sly little riddle distracts one with a sexual analogy, but the key
phrase "it swivels about" is a clue that the obvious answer is not the right
one.

J.R.R. Tolkien's Riddle-Poems

In The Hobbit, there is an important scene in which Bilbo Baggins plays
the riddle-game with Gollum in the orc passages of the Misty Mountains.
Tolkien was an expert on the language and poetry of Anglo-Saxon; his
riddles were clearly modeled on the riddle-poems in the Book of Exeter.
Here they are:
Riddle: What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes
And yet never grows?
Answer: A mountain.
Riddle: Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
Answer: Teeth in your mouth.
Riddle: Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
Answer: The wind.
Riddle: An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face,
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place."
Answer: Sun on a field of daisies.

Riddle: It cannot be seen, cannot be felt

Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
Answer: Darkness.
Riddle: A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Answer: An egg.
Riddle: Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail, never clinking.
Answer: A fish.
Riddle: No-legs lay on one-leg,
Two-legs sat near on three-legs,
four legs got some.
Answer: Fish on a little table, man at table sitting on a stool,
the cat ate the bones.
Riddle: This thing all things devours:
Birds, trees, beasts, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
Answer: Time.

Notice an interesting thing about these. Tolkien, the poet and expert on
Anglo-Saxon poetry, did not try to cast them in the Anglo-Saxon meter!
Instead, he uses the simple end-rhymed verse of modern English folk
poetry.
There are good reasons for this which we'll discuss further below.

A folk riddle from the Norse islands

This is an old folk riddle from the Shetland and Faroe islands:
Riddle: Four hang, four walk,
Four stand skyward,
Two show the way to the field
And one comes shaking behind
Answer: A cow. Four teats hang, four legs walk, two horns and two
ears stand skyward, two eyes show the way to the field and
one tail comes shaking (dangling) behind.

Prosody, or How Not to Trip Over Your

Feet
The modern riddle-poem examples we give elsewhere in this discussion
generally have the feel of Anglo-Saxon and Viking verse, but not its exact
metrical style. Here you can learn a bit more about the technical
characteristics of both modern and Dark Ages verse. This may help you fix
riddle-poems that don't quite feel right.

Prosody in Modern English

People who study prosody (the technical construction of poems) have a
whole set of terms for describing the meter of a poem that is, its rules of
rhyme and rhythm.
The first important thing to know is that modern English meters usually
break up naturally into units called feet.
A foot is a two or three-beat combination of stressed and unstressed
syllables. There are four common kinds. In roughly decreasing order of
frequency, they are:
iambic (noun: iamb)
Unstressed syllable followed by stressed.
Sample word: "relax".
trochaic (noun: trochee)
Stressed followed by unstressed. Sample word:
"nuthouse".
spondaic (noun: spondee)
Two stressed syllables. Sample word:
"shortstop"
dactylic (noun: dactyl)
Stressed followed by two unstressed. Sample
word: "catalog"
anapestic (noun: anapest)
Two unstressed followed by a stressed.
Usually, a line of poetry in modern English is composed of a minimum
of two to a maximum of six repetitions of one kind of foot. The number of

feet per line is fixed and is an important feature of the meter; this makes it
a counting meter.
The most common meter in English is "iambic pentameter", five iambic
feet per line. This is what Shakespeare wrote; it dominated poetry in English
from the mid-fourteenth to early twentieth centuries. Here's a sample line:
_
/
_
/
_
/
_
/
_
/
So all | day long | the noise | of bat | tle roared

The vertical bars divide feet; / marks stressed syllables, _ unstressed

ones (actually, prosodists use a crescent mark like a breve rather than the
underline).
Aside from the foot type and count, the most important structural device
in most modern English meters is end-rhyme pairs of sound-alike
words at the end of rhymes.
In a counting meter like iambic pentameter, breaks and changes in
the rhythm draw the hearer's or reader's attention. Short or truncated lines
create tension. A skilled poet will use these devices to pace the poem and
emphasize key phrases and ideas.

Dark Ages Prosody

The riddle poems that come down to us are written in the oldest, classic
form of Germanic verse; "long-meter". This meter doesn't have a fixed
number or style of feet; instead, it consists of half-lines, separated by
a caesura or strong pause, each containing two stressed syllables. The
first three stresses should share the same initial sound (this is
called alliteration).
The translation of the beam-of-wood riddle given above is a
particularly fine example of long-meter in modern English. Like the oldest
and strictest Viking verse, it holds the number of unstressed syllables per
line to a minimum. The last line is technically imperfect, having only two
alliterations and those weak ones (gr- with gl-), but the Dark Ages bards
themselves not infrequently dropped a stitch in the same way. Nevertheless,
the rhythm and feel of the piece are true to the Dark Ages form.
Getting pure long-meter this thoroughly right in modern English is
hard, though; the sound-pattern of English has changed, becoming more
like that of the Latin, French and Greek languages for which end-rhymed

counting verse works well. And the results tend to sound awkward to
modern ears, used as they are toend-rhyme and counting meters.

Getting the Right Sound

It works better to blend some features of long-meter into modern
forms. Rudyard Kipling's Harp-Song of the Dane Women shows what a
really able poet can do along these lines:
/
/
_
/ _
_
/
_
/
_
Ah, What is | woman || that | you for- | sake her?
_
_
/
/
_
_
/
/ _
And the hearth-fire || and the home-acre?
_ / _
_
/
_
/ _
/ _
To go with the old gray Widow-Maker?

(In this notation, || indicates the half-line pause.) None of these lines is
perfect long-meter; the first has only two alliterations, the
two spondees in the second line don't fit any of the historical half-line
stress patterns (see Appendix C of the Alexander book for details), and
the third line lacks a caesura. Finally, the lines are end rhymed, a practice
rare in long-meter.
Nevertheless, it works. It has the kind of somber power one can sense
in translations of Dark Ages poetry. Your best riddles can sound like this,
and that's a worthy goal.
Here's another example that's an actual riddle:
Riddle: Screaming, soaring / seeking sky
Flowers of fire / flying high
Eastern art / from ancient time
Name me now / and solve this rhyme
Answer: Fireworks.

Observe that this uses both alliterations and end rhyme. The third
line illustrates how in long-meter all initial vowels were considered
equivalent for alliterative purposes. The first line is technically imperfect, as
the last stressed syllable should not alliterate.
Here's another one for you to analyze yourself:
Riddle: My step is slow / the snow's my breath
I give the ground / a grinding death
My marching / makes an end of me
Slain by sun / or drowned in sea.
Answer: A glacier.

How to Make a Riddle-Poem

Work backwards. First, pick your answer. Then, imagine it speaking to
you; describing itself, telling you what it does. Then make that into a little
poem.
As I was thinking about the last paragraph, my eyes lit on the telephone
beside my keyboard. I decided to make a riddle-poem for
which telephone is the answer.
So I imagine the phone speaking to me. It says I carry the voices of
people over many miles. That's a good start, but it's not specific enough; it
could apply to a radio as well.
What distinguishes a phone from a radio? Wires. But if I mention wires
directly, the riddle will be too obvious. So I think instead about what a phone
looks like, analogizing it to a body. And I have it:
Riddle: One ear, one mouth, no legs,
But I will carry your voice a thousand miles.

This is pretty nice. But the scansion in the second line is not quite right.
_ / _
/ _
_
/
_
/ _
/
But I will carry your voice a thousand miles.

This is close to iambic pentameter. It could be improved by a onesyllable verb replacement for carry. There are lots of
possibilities; take, waft, send,bear. I like bear for its archaic sound. And so
we have it:
/
/
/
/
/
/
One ear, || one mouth, || no legs,
_ /
_
/
_
/
_
/
_
/
But I || will bear || your voice || a thou- || sand miles.

This is an easy riddle, but the construction worked well. In general,

these are the steps you'll usually go through:
1. Pick a subject.
2. Imagine the subject speaking to you.
3. If that doesn't work, analogize the subject to a
body or creature.
4. Adjust the description to the level of difficulty
you want.

5. For best poetic effect, fix the scansion in the

result.

Rules for the Riddle-Game

The riddle-game, played between two or more people, is a simple
contest of poetry and wit. In the two-person version, players take turns
posing each other riddles; each time, the answerer guesses and the riddler
either agrees that the answer is correct or reveals the correct answer.
Each time a player fails to guess a riddle correctly, the riddler scores a
point. In multi-player games, permit each player other than the riddler to
guess; riddler gets one point for each wrong answer, but no points if no-one
guesses correctly.
To prevent the tactic of simply posing vague or nonsensical riddles
(especially in the two-player game), it is helpful to have a vocal audience.
The audience gets to disallow a score, and dock the riddler a point, if they
judge his/her riddle is badly made.
Also, players may award "style points" to each other, or the audience to
either. A style point is due if the answerer thinks of an answer which is not
what the riddler intended, but works just as well or better; or, from the
audience, for any unusually poetic, tricky, or beautiful riddle.
The riddle-game works best if the players think of it not as cut-throat
competition but as a performance art, like a jam session with words.

A Challenge
I love to compose riddles (I wrote all the examples above that aren't
explicitly attributed). I also love to solve them. If you've been inspired by this
discussion, play the riddle game with me! Mail me a riddle-poem and I'll
compose one for you to solve.
Really good riddles will be added (with attribution) to this page.
Distasteful but necessary lawyer food: by submitting a riddle, you grant me
a non-exclusive right to electronic and paper redistribution.

Riddles from the Net

To see the answer to each riddle, drag your mouse over the text to the
right of where it says "Answer".
#1 from Guy Steele <gls@east.sun.com>, 26 Jun 1995:
Riddle: A slow, solemn square-dance
Of warriors feinting.
One by one they fall,
Warriors fainting,
Thirty-two on sixty-four.
Answer: A chess game.
#2 from Guy Steele <gls@east.sun.com>, 26 Jun 1995:
Riddle: I am always at your side.
To a slab my tail is tied
And my eyes are both inside my belly.
Tickle my back, one/two/three!
Wisdom and folly are yours to see.
Answer: A computer mouse.
#3 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com>, 27 Jun 1995:
Riddle: Twigs but no roots / leaves but no shoots;
Faring forever / over the sand.
Filmmakers love me / but ranchers, they hate me.
I came here from Russia / isn't life grand?
Answer: Tumbleweed, aka Russian thistle.
#4 from Guy Steele <gls@east.sun.com>, 27 Jun 1995:
Riddle: Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree,
Money after honey in its time.
Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea,
Reason in its season but no rhyme.
Answer: Orange which has no rhyme in English.
#5 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com>, 27 Jun 1995:
Riddle: I march before armies / a thousand salute me
My fall can bring victory / but no one would shoot me;
The wind is my lover / one-legged am I
Name me and see me / at home in the sky.
Answer: A flag or banner.
#6 from Guy Steele <gls@east.sun.com>, 27 Jun 1995:
Riddle: A singular pun: in the plural, impotent,
Yet it breathes life into the dead.
Fifty thousand wizards are liege to it,
Yet it is yours to command.
It is storming the gates of the empire!

Gates is storming back.

Answer: Unix (pun for `Eunuchs').
#7 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com>, 20 Sep 1995:
Riddle: Wings on the water / wonder in motion,
A beak of brass / apt for brawling.
But fear and foulness / fill my belly,
Pity all / who ache inside me;
Whip-stung, woeful / weak and weary.
Answer: A war galley (classical poets often analogized the
oars to wings).
#8 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com>, 23 Sep 1995:
Riddle: Billions of my brothers / bathe all things you see;
You live in time and space / but time is naught to me.
My nature has two faces / two syllables my name;
To find the law that binds me / forget your reference frame.
Answer: Photon (both wave and particle).
#9 from David J. Austin <dj@locke.ccil.org>, 30 Dec 1995:
Riddle: It roars like thunder,
And rises higher,
While breathing fire,
This wingless wonder.
If it leaves its cave,
Drags us in its tail,
Over hill and dale,
Then you must be brave.
Early morning flight,
Silently it flies,
Slowly in the skies.
Hides before the night.
My kingdom at least,
To the brave young knight,
If you name it right.
What is this huge beast?
Answer: A hot-air balloon.
#10 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com>, 1 May 1996:
Riddle: A hundred brothers lie next to each other;
Each white and fine they've only one spine.
I am the tongue that lies between two.
Remove me to gather their wisdom to you.
Answer: Bookmark between the pages of a book.
#11 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com> 21 Oct 1996
Riddle: I am a promise on the night wind,

and a warning under red skies.

You can make me with electrodes,
but my nature is wild.
And yet I am your shield against the sun
Who am I?
Answer: Ozone.
#12 from Gunnora Hallakarva <gunnora@bga.com> 11 Sep 1998
Riddle: I have split the one into five.
I am the circle that few will spy.
I am the path that breaks and gives.
I am the bow no man may bend.
Answer: The rainbow (the "five" are the spectral colors).
#13 from Eric S. Raymond <esr@thyrsus.com> 12 Dec 1999
Riddle: I'm that which is seen only in darkness,
Swiftest of all, and near as old as time;
Day's distant brother; fire and faintness,
I light without shadow can you solve this rhyme?
Answer: Starlight.
#14 from Andrew Durdin <andy@tavultesoft.com> 11 Oct 2000
Riddle: I'm a twisting path,
An endless track;
Walk straight on my face
You come to my back.
Answer: A mobius strip.
#15 from Deric Ruhl <latham@yossman.net> 4 May 2001
Riddle: Aged, at ninety, yet healthy and hale,
praise be to Moses, my most honored father
Seldom I'm called, but more seldom I fail Silent, I am, till I speak for my master.
Answer: The .45ACP pistol, invented by John Moses Browning in 1911.
#16 from Anna T. Castiglioni <gwaelaurien@hotmail.com> 13 Jan 2002
Riddle: Oak and hazel are my aunts,
though I am not their kin.
My cousin grows in pod on vine;
I often have a twin.
My shape is like the sands of time
contained within a glass.
I have no legs, instead a shell;
I dwell beneath the grass.
Answer: A peanut.
#17 from Eric S. Raymond, <esr@thyrsus.com>, 20 Nov 2004
Riddle: I am the teeth of the mouth of the earth

Darkness and water attended my birth

Softly and slowly extended in time
Name me and know me, solving this rhyme
Answer: Stalactites and stalagmites.
#18 from Eric S. Raymond, <esr@thyrsus.com>, 28 Dec 2004
Riddle: I bear the name of clansmen proud and free
My saw-edged teeth cut better than a tear
From me you take a binding hard to see
I spin around a hub that isn't there
Answer: A scotch-tape dispenser.
#19 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 9 Jul 2008
Riddle: I carry keys that cannot turn
To ever open any door
Or hidden hoard: yet handled well,
I'll help you hunt the whole world o'er.
Answer: Keyboard of a computer.
#20 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 9 Jul 2008
Riddle: My land is lightless, locked within
A stand of sturdy, stony walls.
Yet soon I sail a salty tide
To help my host when harm befalls.
Answer: Leukocytes (white blood-cells) emerging
from the bone-marrow into the bloodstream to fight infection.
#21 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 9 Jul 2008
Riddle: The more I am clever, the more I am good,
The more, as a rule, I am misunderstood.
Answer: A riddle.
#22 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 10 Jul 2008
Riddle: My kiss is cold. I come to you
To seek and send a signal clear.
A buried beatbox booming hard
Provides reverb, the vibes I hear.
Answer: A stethoscope.
#23 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 10 Jul 2008
Riddle: I have one hand, one head, four feet,
A tail, some teeth to tear my meat.
Three bands I've been in: busted two.
Now, is my name yet known to you?
Answer: The Fenris wolf. Two of the three
attempts to bind him failed.
#24 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 16 Jul 2008

Riddle: See them stand, then seated:

Skunked and flunked, defeated
Hard each word, and wearing:
Hopes like ropes are tearing -Shock as for a sharp stake,
Shaft abaft from namesake.
Answer: Losers at a spelling bee
#25 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 16 Jul 2008
Riddle: Found in winding fetters,
Four my lore's sole letters.
Batching, matching, mending,
Building, bending, ending.
Answer: DNA
#26 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com>, 16 Jul 2008
Riddle: We see and scent. You saunter by.
Your eye may mark, your mind ignore
What look like bumps on logs afloat.
We crave a crunchy treat from shore.
Answer: Alligators waiting for a careless traveler.
#27 from Eric S. Raymond, <esr@thyrsus.com>, 21 Sep 2010
Riddle:I slip the bonds of earth and travel higher
Fragile, bright, and vast I greet the day
I roar like a dragon hoarding fire
Then silent as a whisper drift away
Answer: A hot-air balloon.
#28 from Contrapuntal Platypus
Riddle: Dipping, glinting, gliding by,
Rainbow-fretted, wrought of breath.
I live only while I fly Earth's rough kiss my sudden death.
Answer: Soap bubbles blown into the air.
#29 from Kate Gladstone <handwritingrepair@gmail.com> & ESR, 22 Oct 2010
Riddle:Standing taller
We feared no
till handled
who died ere

/ than the stature of men.

blade / forged of metal,
well / by our hapless brother
dealing / deadly wounds.

Answer: Trees -- which would not be endangered by

any ax or saw without a handle to wield it by (and the first ax/saw
handles were made of wood)

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Other Riddle-Poem Resources

Other cultures have riddle-poem traditions that are less well preserved
than the Scandinavian one, or at least less translated into English. I have
found one page of Lithuanian riddles, for example.
The Contrapuntal Platypus has a Treasury of Riddles page, in a style
similar to that described here.
Sherri Johnson has a Riddles page with many tasty (and difficult)
examples of the riddle poem from different cultures.