Robson’s Riddles

If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

This is my 125th post, and tomorrow I am on a 90-day streak writing on this blog! Full three months writing everyday. Without doubt, it has been a delightful journey. So as to celebrate, and to answer today’s prompt, I thought about creating a game named after me. Welcome to Robson’s Riddles!

This is a fun and challenging puzzle game. Your wits will be tested as you decipher riddles. These enigmas are based on the wide range of topics I’ve explored in my blog over the years. Each riddle is a clue. For example, it might point to Brazilian food delights, iconic works of art, figures of literature. Or simply reveal personal characteristics about myself. Each clue points to one of my past blog posts. Your task? Not only to solve the riddle, but to identify the exact post that answers it!

How to Participate

• Read each riddle carefully and think about the topics I’ve written about.
• Once you solve the riddle, head over to my blog and find the post that corresponds to your answer.
• Submit your answer in the comments section below. Include the correct blog post title in your response. All comments with answers will be shown only after someone answers the riddles correctly. I will approve the other comments without answers.

Rules of Robson’s Riddles

• Each riddle corresponds to a single blog post.
• The first person to correctly answer all riddles and identify the correct posts will have their answer featured in the comments section. This person will be declared the winner!
• No cheating — use your best detective skills to solve the mysteries and dig through my past posts!
• The comments section will be closed after one month. So, you will have until April 30th, 2025 to answer. Hurry up!

First riddle

I’m flipped to reveal what was hidden away,
A golden cascade, a sweet cabaret.
I tremble with grace, no rigid display,
The crown of the table, both night and day.

Second riddle

A beacon dim, yet ever wise,
I walk alone ‘neath shadowed skies.
A lantern’s glow, a staff I keep,
In search of truths that never sleep.

Third riddle

I sing with breath, though words are none,
A wooden voice beneath the sun.
In ancient halls, my tune was clear,
But children’s hands bring shrieks to fear.

Fourth riddle

I rise without yeast, yet puff with pride,
From depths of roots, my strength resides.
Golden and hollow, my scent takes hold,
Curds-bound secrets, ancient and bold.

Fifth riddle

A castle strange, a twisted delight,
Where sweet transgressions steal the night.
With lips that sing and hands that thrill,
Time steps aside, then stands still.
Come dressed to play, forget your shame —
A cult’s devotion fuels my fame.

Good luck, and may the riddles guide you!