Sunday, 18 November 2012

Riddle

Wavering it always flows
Horseless it neighs
Whooping and dinning-down it goes
To storm hell’s ways.

5 comments:

  1. I've been working at this on and off for half an hour and am still none the wiser. How about I ask one? 'What have I got in my pocket?' [Clue: it's not the Ring of Power].

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  2. It's my version of a riddle from the Old Norse poem Alvissmal :

    THOR: ‘Tell me this, All-wise—I foresee, dwarf,
    that you know all the fates of men—
    what the wind is called, which blows so widely,
    in each of the worlds.’

    ALVISS: ‘Wind it’s called among men, the waverer by the gods,
    the mighty Powers say neigher;
    whooper the giants, din-journeyer the elves,
    in hell they call it stormer.’

    'Alviss' is a name that means 'All Wise'.

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  3. Coincidentally I do hear echoes of Tolkien, or rather predecessors.

    As for unravelling the riddle, I can see that my lack of knowledge concerning the 'mighty Powers' and their name for the wind sealed my fate.

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