Chivalry by Neil Gaiman
The first short story from the Neil Gaiman anthology “Smoke and Mirrors”, “chivalry” was enchanting in that it bought medieval fairy-tale to the modern world and included as a main character a person who is rarely considered for a main protagonist role in literature – an old lady browsing the shelves of a charity shop for some hidden gem; and what she found was a chalice that had unknowingly to her special links to the knights of the round table. A clever tale of bartering and cunning, knights and old ladies, wishes coming true and a taste of real history all rolled into one, made this story, for me, delightful.
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Chivalry by Neil Gaiman
I am in a carriage
This carriage is wood
Decor of gilded frames
The cushions are soft
Covered in velvet I oft, sit upon their comfort whilst going to Sir James
I’m gilded too, from my collar to my shoes, in jewels I am enamored by their glare
Through town I shall ride, with greatness and pride, whilst the townsfolk stop what they are doing and stare
I hide my grey eyes and with repulsion I gulp, trying not to take in the air
The stench it is rancid my throat burns like acid
The peasantry aren’t pleasantries I swear
All this for a game of croquet, I wish I was elsewhere
But my father had ordered that it’s good for the soul and I’m sure there’s more to it, I know
For Sir James is quite rich and I am sure he might pitch, a marriage proposal so I’ll go
I like Sir James, he is quite amusing though why live here, it is quite confusing
But we’ll see when we’ve entered his big shiny gates, whether or not he has made this mistake
For you never can quite tell, whether or not inside, there’s that smell that will make you cockeyed
For as a country girl I know, that the smells of the doe cannot be noticed within
So let’s sit back and hope very much, that it is the same with him!
There’s a cat in my garden that’s always washing
Sitting on cardboard boxes quashing
He’s never fazed as I watch, him licking his crotch
© Tina Cousins 2013
This poem is based on an actual cat in my garden, who has been visiting me ever since I moved here, his name is Toby and he belongs to a lady who lives two doors away from me.
He is an odd looking cat, he is black, but as he is getting older he is progressively becoming ginger.
I’ve been ill with various viruses since November 2012, for some reason they’re lingering and affecting my whole household/family, this has meant the large boxes from Christmas has been left in a section of our garden this whole time, because they were too large to put in the bins, we were meant to break them down gradually to put in the recycling bin, but our sickness has prevented it, we are now thinking of burning them after checking for wildlife, but this may have to wait for a few more days.