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Ridd e
from Living Waters Review 2019
by pba9
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The Sphinx steams in silence tonight, draws our lots with gleaming paws licked clean of that cosmic potion; chalice empty, he asks for change;
body of rage, head of sage, he pours his riddle into my cup:
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What screams like a dove & cries like a flute?
Mellow-handed madness sings things I can’t remember, things I can’t forget; the Sphinx drinks me in for my answer, question dripping from his lips;
I do not know.
He sneers and refills my cup; through this haze he creates, his riddle can brew:
Is it me or is it you?
Ridd e Brooke Stanish
Poetry 7