JOUST
October 19, 2016
Sir Hat of the Fen entered the lists perched securely on the back of his powerful glowing steed.
‘Easy, my gallant,’ soothed Sir Hat, and the steed shuddered, shaking its feathered mane.
Across the field the Red Knight lowered his lance and charged.
Sir Hat responded in kind and surged bucketty clatter forward.
Two lances crashed true. Two knights, unhorsed, rolled in dirt.
‘We’ll have to do it again. A plane went over,’ said the assistant director’s assistant.
Two actors, muttering epithets, limped back to their starting positions.
