Ever since my grandmother read me The Hobbit when I was about six years old I have been fascinated by riddles. Reading through Stephen King’s masterpiece The Dark Tower series recently has re-kindled my love of these little word games. I find that creating riddles focuses the mind as much as trying to solve them. I’ve accrued a great many of them in the margins of short stories and letters I’ve been worked on over the last two years. I will make an effort to post a new one here every week, guess away in the comment section.
Here's an easy one to start us off:
An army marching around the dead
Always in circles
They’ve caps, but no heads.
Who are they?
5 comments:
Flowers?
Flowers grow in all manner of ways. You say wrong, sai.
I was thinking more like wreaths at funerals than growing around graves, but fair enough.
Mushrooms.
You say true sai, Mushrooms it is.
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