Enigma 1

Enigma 1

A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Legless, footless is my gait.

Uneaten, yet how I sate.

Cannot be touched, have no hue,

Yet can be felt, can be blue.

From belly of spruce I'm born,

With honey is ether shorn.


What am I?

© 2015 Ripped Denim 💜


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Ripped Denim 💜
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Okay, this was really good, but I have no idea what it might be? If I were to take a while stab at it, I'd say alcohol. It's the only thing I know of based from a spruce that would incorporate the blue, the honey, being felt, and a level of satiation. Yet, the hue part throws me.

I'm curious! =)
Aaron - Wolfwind

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ripped Denim 💜

11 Years Ago

Thank you. :)

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Added on October 13, 2013
Last Updated on December 2, 2015
Tags: Enigmata, Riddles, Classical Riddles

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