Godfrey: third Pale Knight (poem)

Godfrey: third Pale Knight

 

Godfrey

 

‘I don’t like to be a bore…’

That, she says, is the wrong way to begin a tale

You’ll have me fearing the worst

Not either in the proper sense

‘Well…because people have tended, quite literally, to wander off.’

You get invited to dinners, my dear, and you have no dinner conversation.

You plunge in with your Subject.

And, you know, rumour has got out. ‘Never in his presence

breathe the name of bloody St. Crispin’s.’

 

Have a glance at the sporting news, next time

Memorize one or two results

‘Noticed Madame’s Nightshirt came in tenth’

Pigeons or horses, makes no odds

Answer every gambit, ‘Is that right?’

 

Roscoe, who has climbed down to participate

Is silenced nonetheless

In fact, Virginia says, no one in our circle has heard you tell it.

So what do they know? I shall be the first.

I pledge myself rooted to the spot.

 


 

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

 

(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

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