Riddle Game
for Mog
It is a tower on a wooded hill.
Below, a secret well seeps elixir.
Unicorns drink there.
It is the crest on a strange creature.
Watch as it rears and stiffens.
The mouth opens slowly, like a rose.
It is a dolphin in a troubled sea,
leaping and turning.
The waves are full of weed; they taste of salt.
It is the mouthpiece of a deep recorder
mellow in tone, and vibrant.
Touch the hole with your finger: hear the note vary.
It is a ridge of folded rock
over a cave with glistening walls.
There are earthquakes in that country.
Gillian Spraggs
Published in
Whatever You Desire. A book of lesbian
poetry, ed. Mary Jo Bang, London, The Oscars Press, 1990 and in
Love Shook My Senses. Lesbian Love Poems, ed. Gillian Spraggs, London, The
Women’s Press, 1998
© Gillian Spraggs, 1990, 1998, 2006
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