Sinister: seventh Pale Knight

 

Sinister

 

Reputation, for those into whose veins,

Embarrassment taps easily and oft,

Be-crimsoning the cheek, that turns aside in haste;

And cutting cruelly like a two-edged sword—

Though by a most humble squire raised

 

What’s all this? Roscoe demands, and mutters aside: Have to say orft, then, if you’re rhyming it with sword.

 

Oh, I don’t know, says the guest, puzzled…vaguely what I had in mind to say, rather surprising it should come out that way…

 

The Reverend Sir Mortimer Finchley-Stroethers, vicar and ‘amateur scribbler’, once strongly pitched (‘to Salisbury: no ear whatever’), by his dear Lady Marchpane, of the Shropshire Marchpanes (‘so kind as to postscript a line from “Icarus”, in sending to the Queen her birthday wishes’), for appointment to the post of poet laureate (‘This was just at the time of the Boer War…other chap snaffled it’), speaks further:

 

 


 

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

Song of Trout: eighth Pale Knight (excerpt)

 

(copyright 2018 Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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