And the answer to the riddle is...

An apple.

To Start the Week...

A riddle:
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from five flakes
of argent hue
red as blood
so I grew
five fold star
in me still
till my golden
blood you spill
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Answer on Friday.

Answer to Friday's riddle

Before I forget - the answer to Friday's riddle is "a harp."

Another Riddle

From Pryderi's Pigs and Other Poems:

Struck with sharp nails, this tree will sing
and leafless still sweet harvest bring –
freely she sings, though wound with wire,
and flameless burns with Apollo's fire.

(answer posted on Monday)

Something New

In order to post more often, I'm going to try something different. The following piece is from my poetry collection Guernen Sang Again: Pryderi's Pigs and other poems, available as a free download on Lulu.com. This one is a riddle - I'll post the answer on thursday.

no box of wood this treasure bright can hold
nor can one mind its meaning wide enfold
each in his way some part of it may own -
a weapon sharp each in his way must hone,
or endless stream that sings as it does flow,
or garden bright where brilliant flowers grow.
if you’re unable still to name this prize,
the answer’s here before your dreaming eyes!