Utter Blame: Fifteenth Tattersby

 

Utter Blame

 

‘De Clieux reports the Celtic daughter could be raised—

His bride full willing,’ the host, sardonic, says

‘So far south as Quimper; the Contessa di Baruchi

Has invited them to stay.

And what can be the meaning of that puppy-doggish eye…?’

He demands of the guest. No sense being envious.

‘Hardly that. It’s the keenness of pursuit, however…mission!

To marry for science!’ He sighs.

‘I’ve got nowhere whatsoever with my own.’

And doodles on his pad, St. Crispin’s

As usual, and why they pack their bags

Simon Tattersby floats about the place moaning to himself

And Roscoe, when he does not rattle pipes,

Wafts away the pen the host has just set down

Or sings them dirty limericks through the night

‘Miss Keltenham will bring her publicity agent’

The host pronounces this title very foreign

‘Well after all’—offers the guest, who seems to apologize for everyone

—‘they make pictures from her books, I suppose she needs one’

Virginia Keltenham, Simon’s voice comes to them

Buttonholed me once, looking for Fiona

Desperate to write a romance with a ghost in it

Her words

 

 


 

 

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(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

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