I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork

I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.

— Emily Dickenson


Posted in Riddles


3 Comments on "I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork"

Gabby says
June 5, 2016 @ 23:43

Bad poetry?

Eliqua Marnie says
November 21, 2016 @ 20:01


New Mexican says
February 24, 2017 @ 21:20

Lightning sounds like a weird answer for this riddle and weird poetry maybe? (at least to me it does)

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