I viewed a knight errant; he was
dressed in humble garb; he
knelt gingerly upon the sidewalk
avoiding cracks and mumbling
as if in holy contemplation;
a mantle of plastic wrap
he clenched about his shoulders
like a favor, a sturdy buckler
of greasy cardboard
pinned between his elbow and
ribcage (on the left side
where he keeps his heart);
his shoes sprung but serviceable;
his equipage stowed in ample pockets.
From the bent of his spine
and his questing gaze
I guessed he was seeking
a suitable weapon
and a world worthy of his service.
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Image: It’s a labyrinth by Joris Louwes, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license.
I hope he finds it. It isn’t anywhere I know unfortunately. I like this.
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I hope so, too – and thank you!
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A clever characterisation. You don’t touch on whether he subscribes to a traditional code of chivalry or not …
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He cannot subscribe as he has no fixed address; but he reads Chivalry Today, when he finds it in the bin…
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