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Categories: poem, riddle
Other info: I wrote this for English. It is supposedly an Anglo-Saxon style riddle, and I'm actually rather proud of it (it's grown on me). I would like to submit it to my school's literary magazine as a poem, so I'd love it if you could tell me what you think!
I am Poseidon’s humid breath,
Rising from his chilly bed to,
Hungerless, consume all in my reach;
Lightless, leave even night crawlers blind;
Legless, run from Apollo and Aeolus.
I cannot be captured, collared, or bagged.
I smother light, but Apollo’s arrow slays me.
Harmless in nature, I yet hold hands with death;
Gray as that ashen kiss,
I soak your clothes
And chill your bones
And swallow steamy breath.
I dwell safely among the tall and the deep and the low,
Cringing away from deadly beams,
Shrinking over time
Until I lift and float away,
As though I’d never been.
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