"I never travel without my diary. One should
always have something sensational to read in the train."

~ Oscar Wilde (Playwright and Novelist)


Thursday, February 24, 2011

Riddling the Tube


Hey everyone. So I was riding the tube today, and I noticed that one of the ad panels was a poem, part of the Poems on the Tube project. However, this poem was a riddle, by Gerard Benson. I really liked it, so I thought I would share it with you lot. There is no officially released "correct" answer yet, so feel free to propose and theories you may have; I know I have my own idea as to what it might be.

I was the cause of great troubles, yet, resting amongst leaves, I did nothing wrong.
After much waiting I was taken in hand, passed from one to another.
Broken I moved beyond sharp barriers and was cradled in wetness, mashed to pulp.
Soon I entered a dark tunnel where bathed in acids I altered my being.
But what I entered I also altered, bringing light where there had been darkness.
I brought strife where there had been peace, pain where there had been comfort.
My journey ended in the place of corruption but by then I had changed the world.

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