Early this semester, Mr. Sanford’s British Literature class wrote their very own Anglo-Saxon riddles. Anglo-Saxon, Old English, riddles were made to kindle the imagination and create important meaning from seemingly meaningless puzzles. They often hold two meanings, were more often than not religious, and try to trick the reader by “hinging” their ultimate meaning on one or two words.

Yesterday’s answer: Copper

Today’s Author:  Jenna Billica

Riddle me this…

I sit in wait, with others of my kind

Until I am chosen for work.

I help creations,

Large and small, all made by human hand.

My duty to put things together,

Guided by my holder, my master of strings.

Gracefully I weave, aided by experience,

Be careful, it’s a must,

One slip leads to bloodshed,

My point causes pain.

Though what I finish is beauty.

I am small and simple; I can do nothing on my own,

But together we can craft.

The answer to this riddle is below.

A needle