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Peter Newell illustration from 1902 |
. . . here's mine!
My White Knights
by Judith Cullen
© 2019
How could I fail to love them all,
clad in shining good intentions,
loyalty, truth, and studied courtliness.
They bow with dignity, holding
a hand when steadying is needed,
a door when access is required.
When a perceived threat draws near
they lock arms, eyeing each warily,
stepping into the breach before me.
It is touching, in its way, being
the recipient: beloved and dearest,
held high at gracious arms length.
I feel a certain felicitous luck
attracting such quality consideration,
a relief after the disappointments.