St. Andrew’s Day: fourth Pale Knight

Posted by ractrose on 23 Nov 2017 in Art, Poems

St. Andrew's Day: fourth Pale Knight

 

The Folly

The Legend of the Pale Knight

 


 

St. Andrew’s Day

 

She’d been in infirmary with a chest cold by account of the matron

It could be worse

She is very old

These indispositions take the old ones, sudden

But come anyway, Mrs. Devilbiss’ll be tickled

If she’s feeling up to it

He fears, this is all…ill-advised, his proof, by the porter

Tut-tutted aside

Mrs. Winstanley calls greeting from her desk

And adds: ‘I’ll come along. You’ll stay for elevenses? I confess—’

She confesses her eagerness to hear all this.

‘They’ve every one got a story, you know. Just takes bringing out.’

 

Do you know that I was born in 1847? So, then…I was rising fourteen.

It was November, 1860, I well recall…St. Andrew’s Day, it was.

My old nurse did put store by such

When there’d be a moon, we girls’d go out for a rendezvous.

Long after curfew…

 


Pale Knight
St. Andrew's Day: fourth Pale Knight

More of this piece on The Legend of the Pale Knight page
The Zone of Prophecy: fifth Pale Knight (excerpt)

 

 

 

 

 

 

(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

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