Riddle


I am liquid, up or down.
My banks are wooded,
peeling in the sun.
You don't see my face,
no wrinkle shows or
lines for sight. I am
a page of light
then turn to dark.
Some colour me
Ad Majorem Dei Gloria -
I cast a stain upon their floor
and colour their garden
through a closed door.
Should physics lose its head
I'd flow and puddle
like an undisciplined dog.

Andrew Burke