Harvest Though No Grain
I harvest you, though you’ve no grain,
I reap you in the wind and rain,
You bleed not but your soft meat
And nectar makes a sweetest treat.
What am I?
A clam or oyster. You harvest clams or oysters on the beach or go diving, and the beach is often windy and rainy. Neither bleeds but are known for having, soft, slimy meat, and people often drink the “clam nectar” or “oyster juice”.
Thanks to Helena for this submission
For Our Ambrosia
For our ambrosia we were blessed,
By Jupiter, with a sting of death.
Though our might, to some is jest,
We have quelled the dragon’s breath.
Who are we?
Bees.
Head, Tail, Brown and No Legs
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
A penny.
You Twirl My Body
You twirl my body but I keep my head up high.
When I go in I keep things tight.
What am I?
A screw.
Measures Out Time
I measure out time,
Until in time,
All is smashed into me.
What am I?
Sand
I Move Without Wings
I move without wings,
Between silken string,
I leave as you find,
My substance behind.
What am I?
A spider.
Ripped From My Mother’s Womb
Ripped from my mother’s womb,
Beaten and burned,
I become a blood thirsty killer.
What am I?
Iron ore.