Riddles In The Dark

Thirty white horses on a red hill

First they champ

Then they stamp

Then they stand still.



A box without hinges, keys, or lid

Yet inside golden treasure is hid.



What has roots as nobody sees

Is taller than trees

Up Up Up it goes

And yet nevew grows?



Voiceless it cries

Wingless flutters

Toothless bites

Muthless mutters.



An eye in a blue face

Said to an eye in a green face

“That eye is like to this eye”

Said the first eye

“But in a low place,

Not a high place.”

(Sun on daisies)


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.



The thing all things devours

Birds, beasts, trees, flowers

Gnaws iron, bites steel

Grinds hard stones to meal

Slays king, ruins town

And beats high mountain down!


Published in: on March 31, 2007 at 2:15 am  Leave a Comment  

Roads Go Ever On And On

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Published in: on March 29, 2007 at 5:49 am  Leave a Comment