An Ordinary Signal Drop: second Pale Knight

An Ordinary Signal Drop


An Ordinary Signal Drop


It impressed me, acquainted me, the unspeakable

more normality than horror at a glance

shivering loose, like flakes of plated gilding

painted over with a garden scene

Shoes, parasol, a hand suspended

holding still its cup of tea

A man, crawling at the last, hurricane winds

Driving him onto knees, and stretching fingertips

at terrifying risk, bowed low and groping to the lopped edge

needing this spray of water in his face

the moon’s emerging, laying of its light

masked by clouds, then startlingly uncurtained

To believe it, that he saw it


Mr. Dunlow, my father’s ancient valet

was servant to a surgeon of Dundee



More of this piece on The Legend of the Pale Knight page

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(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)


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