Sunday, 28 April 2013

Poem 23 - A Riddle

Photo: Sally Douglas


Riddle

I am a judge (but I do not judge).
Soft darkness pours from my empty eyes.
With a shrug I weep onto the ground:
divide (not decide) what’s to keep or despise.
I am the O that holds onto stones,
fragments of twig, and shards of bones.
I am the O pierced all over by light.
I am the O! that is in plain sight.


 Sally Douglas



Any ideas?

Incidentally, if you're interested I wrote a blog post about riddles and readers here.

1 comment:

  1. And the answer is: A riddle. A garden riddle. Otherwise known as a sieve...

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