I Cover What Is Real And Hide What Is True
I cover what is real and hide what is true,
But sometimes I bring out the courage in you.
What am I?
A mask. It makes people look different, but can make you feel more powerful than you normally do.
Makeup also works.
If My Hand Is Forced I Can Sink Ships
I move quickly with hurried steps,
If my hand is forced I can sink ships,
I’ll cause you to shudder when driving your car,
And haul your fuel to where you are,
I’ll watch you bleed from a cut,
Add a rear and I’ll tell you what’s what.
What am I?
Scuttle. To scuttle is to scurry or run hurriedly. Scuttling is the deliberate sinking of your own ship. Scuttle shake is felt in convertibles where the passengers feel a distinct shudder. A coal scuttle is a bucket-like container to haul coal. A shaving scuttle holds hot water when you’re shaving. And adding a “rear” forms scuttlebutt, or rumors and gossip.
I Stand Like A Sentry
I stand like a sentry
And am barred by the gentry,
The first month and its god oft slip
Between my hard, dun colored lip.
What am I?
Sentries are posted at borders, gates, or doors.
The gentry (in this case to referring to the general populace) bar their doors at night.
The first month is January, named after the Roman god Janus, the double-faced God of doorways, passages and thresholds.
You pass through the doorway (hence the slip), and dun is a brown color, referencing the color of wood, which most doors are made of. Though it’s not commonly referred to, the “lip of the door” is the part of the door that fits into the doorframe on the handle/knob side, particularly if the door is lipped or ridged in order to fit the door frame better.
Thanks to Helena for creating this and sending it in.
Take It And You Will Lose
Take it and you will lose or gain more than all others.
Risk.
(found in The Copper Gauntlet by Holly Black and Cassandra Clare)
Long Legs Crooked Thighs
Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head and no eyes.
No burn, make a ting,
Use hands, but no ring.
What am I?
A pair of tongs.
Six Faces But No Arms
I have six faces but no arms, and twenty one eyes but I can’t see.
What am I?
A die. There six sides (or faces) and twenty one pips.