Photo: Sally Douglas
I am a lock turned by infinite keys,
A knot that’s too tight and too fine to untease.
Unpick me too far and my threads turn to dust,
but I’ll let you inside me to make what you must.
I am the white space as well as the mark,
I am the place you can find in the dark
I am said, I am thought, I am harsh, I am kind.
I blow free from the page in the winds of your mind.
In addition to being a riddle, this is possibly a manifesto of sorts. And the photo isn't a clue, but I think it fits.
I will post the answers to the riddles - eventually.