"A Teasing Riddle" by Leopold Egg‘A Sonnet Riddle’ by Sharon Zhou The Society February 3, 2018 Poetry, Riddles 11 Comments I’m born from a forked tongue’s hissing mutter, An ungrounded half-truth, forceless and tame. Just like a spark struck from flint I shudder At greater forces, a delicate flame, But human speech kindles my weak ember, And soon I blaze through villages and towns. Baring secrets for all to remember, I scorch olive branches and melt gold crowns. Lies to men I feed with ferocity, Charming them all with my smoldering gaze. They burn with rage, shame, curiosity, As I conceal them in my thick grey haze. ___Yet when lucid Truth in the morning wakes, ___She cools with dewdrops my searing mistakes. Post your answer in the comment section below. Sharon Zhou is a graduate of both the Classics and computer science departments at Harvard University. Currently, she is pursuing doctoral studies at Stanford University in human-computer interaction and artificial intelligence. Read more about her here. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 11 Responses E. V. Wyler February 3, 2018 You’ve written a powerful, timely and timeless, poem. Love it! ✅ Reply Fr. Richard Libby February 3, 2018 Gossip? Reply Joe Tessitore February 3, 2018 “Gossip” sounds like a winner I was wondering about “fake news” Reply James A. Tweedie February 3, 2018 I also guessed “fake news” but gossip is good, too. Reply martin February 5, 2018 I was thinking rumors, the grapevine, hearsay, scuttlebutt … Reply Carl Byron February 6, 2018 This will seem like a wild, wide reach: but this sounds like a nightmare. Reply Kimon February 7, 2018 I’m not sure about the answer (i’m so terrible at riddles anyway), but I’m sure this is truly beautiful, Sharon. Reply Jiyoung February 7, 2018 Sounds like Rumor (Fama)! Reply Sharon Zhou February 7, 2018 [Author] Thank you for all your responses and enthusiasm! Rumor is correct, as are gossip and most relevantly, fake news. Most precisely, the answer is fama, inspired by Virgil’s Aeneid. Reply Carl Byron February 8, 2018 Dear Sharon: I knew I was overthinking this: but it is both exceptionally wise and very timely. we’re entering a period where even the most respected media are broadcasting stories before any of the facts have been assembled. As the horrendous results unfold, your poem becomes a very serious warning for us all to watch what gets spoken. Very well done! Thank you for this. Reply Sharon Zhou February 8, 2018 Yes, your response of nightmare certainly points to something darker that rumor and fake news today forebode. May Truth of some form wake us from the nightmare. Thank you so much, Carl Byron, for your comments and conversation! Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.