The Duke of SpurA Poem by David Lewis PagetRosalyn stood in the castle tower And gazed out over the plain, It wasn’t exactly a sumptuous bower For the drapes were old, and stained, The furniture had seen better times In the days of the knights of old, But the cracked and broken window panes Had made the bower cold.
She’d shivered as she had got undressed And donned a filmy gown, She pined for the sight she hoped to see As she stood there, looking down, Three knights stood guard at the outer moat Their armour was dull and black, They couldn’t be seen on a moonless night But were there to ward off attack.
Attack from the southern Baron’s men, Attack from the western marsh, They came to rescue fair Rosalyn For her sentence had been harsh, Confined for life in that wintry tower For her love for the Duke of Spur, Who’d not been seen since the winter green, Nor asked what became of her.
The rain came down in a sudden squall He shivered, and scratched his head, What could he do with the Duke of Spur If the man had turned up dead? He pushed his seat away from the desk And he rose, and stretched, and yawned, The cursor blinked on the final line As the moon beamed in through the storm.
How could he save fair Rosalyn, That was the question here, He opened the door of the old bar fridge And knocked the head off a beer, He sat again at the keyboard then And stared and stared at the screen, He didn’t know where to go from there But found himself in a dream.
He woke in the damp and windswept tower Where Rosalyn lay asleep, He thought that he must be crazy, that His mind made a giant leap, He saw the screen in the corner where He sat, as if in a trance, But here on the other side of the screen He was caught, by some mischance.
Rosalyn woke from her slumber then And she held her arms out wide, ‘I wondered when you would join me in This tale from the other side. I’ve seen you sitting and watching me, You watched as I got undressed, And I know it’s only a story but In truth, I wasn’t impressed.’
‘I must be asleep and dreaming,’ He replied, ‘but you can’t be real, I haven’t finished the story yet But in here I can see and feel, And there I am on the other side, I’m sat in front of the screen.’ ‘If you don’t shut up and make love to me,’ She said, ‘then I’m going to scream!’
He spent an hour in a wilful daze, She held him close in her arms, He kissed her eyes and her silken thighs Revealed much more of her charms, And when they were finally done, she said ‘Will you rescue me, or not?’ He lay as dead as he scratched his head, ‘I think I’ve lost the plot!’
He woke as the sun came slowly up Stiff and cold in his room, The cursor was dim and blinking as The only light in the gloom, He typed that a coil of rope was hid On the other side of a drape, Thinking that she could use it then To make a swift escape.
She saw the rope and she tied it firm To the leg of the solid bed, The thought he was going to rescue her Was the only thought in his head, She dropped the rope so the Duke of Spur Could climb and clamber in, But when he climbed to the window ledge The Duke of Spur was him!
David Lewis Paget © 2015 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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