Inside my circle
is hidden a star
dressed in the colour
of different seasons
the autumn gives it to us
like a present
the origin of our tears
a healthy snack
I’m in Huddersfield, England, for a training course on Creative Writing, organized by the no profit organisation Let’s Go Yorkshire
Today, facilitated by our tutor Adam Strickson, we did an exercise that I found very interesting and that ended up with the lines you’ve read.
We just passed on to each other two different kinds o
f apples, and everyone of us told words inspired by the observation, the smell and the touch of the fruits.
Adam wrote down our words, then he asked us to write a riddle using some of those words, in the style we preferred. And this is what I wrote:
The origin of our tears
a bright moon above a woman
a silent man waiting
for a healthy snack
in his working bag
At the end, Adam took some words of our riddles and wrote the first lines of this post.
Yes, I know. Already in the title of the post I gave you the solution of the riddle.
But for me, it’s a little poem, not a riddle anymore.
I prefer poems: you haven’t to find a solution, and so you are freeto use your imagination, flying with the words.