Some guesses :
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadventant fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed,
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
-- Unknown.
I can't quite make it fit, but I want to say "Lightning"...
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place,
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
-- Unknown.
The Moon.
Old King Ghorn had forged his kingdom from the war-wracked
lands of Arndor not by the strength of his sword but by the
sharpness of mind. It was his cleverness that tricked the
goblins into leaving; it was trickiness that made the dragon
wing to better hunting grounds; it was his wisdom that kept
the barons from feuding amongst themselves and the horsemen
from attacking. Peace had reigned in Ghornia for 35 years,
and the king's sword became rusty as he raised his family.
Alas, the old king was on his deathbed before he could sire
any sons; his only heir was his daughter Triella. Now Good
King Ghorn knew that for peace to continue in Ghornia the
next king would have to be as clever, and so he devised the
following test for his daughter's suitors. He who could pass
it would become king; all others would die.
The test was thus:
The princess was put in the center of a huge 50 foot by 50
foot carpet. Whomsoever could touch her hand would get the
princess, and the throne besides. However, the rules of the
test were that the contestants could not walk over the
carpet, cross the plane of the carpet, or hang from
anything; nor could they use anything but their body and
wits (i.e. no magic or psionics, nor any items such as
ladders, block and tackles etc). Furthermore, only normal
humans could be applicants (i.e. no deformed guys with 50
foot arms, or shapechangers).
Ghornia now stands; it has a king whose wisdom is
unsurpassed. How did the king touch Triella's hand?
-- Unknown.
He asked Triella to walk to the edge of the carpet.
Wounded I am, and weary with fighting;
Gashed by iron, gored by the point of it,
Sick of battle-work, battered and scarred.
Many a fearful fight have I seen, when
Hope there was none, or helping the thick of it,
Ere I was down and fordone in the fray.
Offspring of hammers, hardest of battle-blades,
Smithied in forges, fell on me savagely,
Doomed to bear the brunt and shock of it,
Fierce encounter of clashing foes,
Leech cannot heal my hurts with his simples,
Salves and sores have I sought in vain.
Blade cuts dolorous, deep in the side of me,
Daily and nightly redouble my wounds.
-- Unknown.
A shield.
My beak is below, I burrow and nose
Under the ground, I go as I'm guided
By my master the farmer, old foe of the forest;
Bent and bowed, and my back he walks,
Forward pushing me over the field;
Sows on my path where I've passed along.
I come from the wood, a wagon carried me;
I was fitted with skill, I am full of wonders.
As grubbing I go, there's green on one side,
But black on the other my path is seen.
A curious prong pierces my back;
Beneath me in front, another grows down
And forward pointing is fixed to my head.
I tear and gash the ground with my teeth,
If my master steer me with skill from behind.
-- Unknown.
A plow.
A painting, I have no frame,
No gallery exhibits me;
Here today, tomorrow I move;
Yet I am as permanent as life itself.
A painting, I use no canvas,
Yet my canvas is the essence of life;
No brush was used in my creation,
But colors are mine to display.
A painting; who am I?
-- Unknown.
A rainbow.
-Hyp.