Riddle

A Poem By Caleb // 3/16/2020

This is based on an old Anglo-Saxon Riddle:

Strange creature, mounted on the swelling sea,
Came, wondrous, calling out to ship and crew,
With hollow groans and shattering laughter free.
Too slow for battle-rush, yet strong to do
Cruel ravage as it strikes the wooden-wall,
And oars-men underneath the north sea fall.

Comments

Iceberg?

Iceberg?

Allyson D. | Mon, 03/16/2020

Jill L. Boone

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Ooh! A glacier???

Ooh! A glacier???

Madalyn Clare | Mon, 03/16/2020

Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!

Yes, it's an iceberg (which

Yes, it's an iceberg (which breaks off from a glacier.) In the original riddle it has these lines about the water ice relationship.

“Dearest of women is indeed my mother;
she is my daughter grown big and strong."

Water turns to ice, ice dissolves into water -- presumably the ocean big and strong.

Caleb | Fri, 03/20/2020

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

Interesting! Nice!

Interesting! Nice!

Allyson D. | Fri, 03/20/2020

Jill L. Boone

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

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