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Cryptic Poem 002: Intellect

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 The poem is regularly rhymed. The rhyme scheme is ABA BCB CDC DED EE. There are ten syllables in each line. Return the poem to its original form using the cryptic clues below.

 

Answers to last months cryptic poem appear underneath.


Sometimes the ---- and scope of my -----

And its high-wired ----- ----- certainties

Thrills a ---------, -------- hour

 

With the ---- ---- that it actually is,

That its web is ------ from what I --------.

My eye ------ the -------- parodies,

 

The ---- between what I ---- and believe

And the -------- leaps of my faith’s ----- -

I ------ deny the inconstant -----.

 

I have -------- this --- since infancy;

The ----- of fat ------- a thick skin thinned,

The ----- truths of ----- security,

 

But I’ve seen other ------- ----- to rescind

Untethered ----- flying loose in the ----.

 

Clues

 

  1. Weight of length after college learning? (4)
  2. Force of coins to debtor (5)
  3. Rob metal sound (5)
  4. Wire the competent after one hundred (5)
  5. Wild Hib, rustic and proud (9)
  6. Having entered DSS building with bible? That’s just lazy! (8)
  7. Naked animal sound (4)
  8. In manufactured truth (4)
  9. Deform, deform, made (6)
  10. Eve price nonsense makes sense (8)
  11. Note vacuums for evasive actions (6)
  12. Take horse out that’s wobbly (8)
  13. Spaced-out gasp for spaces (4)
  14. Be acquainted with a thousand present (4)
  15. Lies for muck-spreading (8)
  16. Attracted to imagination (5)
  17. Brazenly without hair (6)
  18. We avenge with knitting inside (5)
  19. Comforted or fitted with dashboard (8)
  20. Street back in yawn (3)
  21. Chicken strata (5)
  22. Under Abe? Then confused (7)
  23. Faithful alloy mixed (5)
  24. Wrong in offal set (5)
  25. Dress pi about for arachnids (7)
  26. Emotional and shifted (5)
  27. Neil’s jumbled up the rows! (5)
  28. Wrap the breeze (4)

      

Answers to cryptic poem 001

                Heron

 

A heron in stasis, stalking the weir

(Bringer of chaos to the ordered flow

Of a swollen river) will never know

How beautiful she is, how very near

A perfect flower the seeds of nature grow.

 

With needle beak poised and coal black eye fast

On her prey, she weighs their lives in balance

Playing lethal games against time and chance.

Dozens of fish flicker blithely past;

One feels the shock of the end of the dance.

 

Rising serene in the slow lift of flight,

Brow-beating heaven with tidal wave wings

The heron ascends and looks down on things,

Graceful mastery of all in her sight.

In her nest she dreams of what the weir brings.

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