St. Andrew’s Day: fourth 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
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…
(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)