I am introducing a new feature here on Hortus Conclusus, in which a perfume bottle sings a little riddle, and it’s up to you, dear readers, to guess which bottle of perfume is riddling. To start us out on the best possible foot, My first poem has an easy solution! Which of you will be the first to guess, I wonder:
I’m not a pentangle. I live in a square
I bubble like golden champagne filled with air,
My obscure beginnings are shrouded in mystery
But that won’t stop people from telling my history.
I fly through the air, I swim with the fishes.
Scientists say I reside in all ditches.
I go everywhere, and all know my fame
therefore I know that you have guessed my name.
I will never die; you keep me alive.
By now you have guessed, I’m ________!
Image of Oedipus and the Sphinx by Gustave Moreau courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.