Fish and Fiddlesticks
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail, never clinking.
My music, silence, beat and beauteous song,
Are made without a flute, a drum, or gong.
And if I spoke my name you would (you might) not know
If I were me or those who love (or hate!) me so.
Most often seen but once a year
But I am not a fruit or tree.
A brownish ruffled wrap I wear
And children will chase after me.
I cause avalanches, rain and snow.
But I’m part of living on Planet Earth.
Sometimes I just get you down.
And sometimes I can make you hurt.
If you use me, I will vanish.
If you abuse me, I will break.
If you ignore me, I will languish.
But I undo all things you make.
Some think it’s nonsense
But we prefer “plucky”.
We serve with a bow
And think we’re quite lucky.
Let’s make beautiful music together.
Part of NaNoWriMo Penance. Title donated by Jim C.
Note: these are six separate riddles! Inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien and this page on riddle poems.