THE APPOINTMENT by Ruth Padel
Flamingo silk. New ruff, the ivory ghost of a halter. Chestnut curls,
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commas behind the ear. "Taller, by half a head, than my Lord Walsingham."
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His Devon-cream brogue, malt eyes. New cloak mussed in her mud.
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The Queen leans forward, a rosy envelope of civet. A cleavage
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whispering seed pearls. Her own sleeve rubs that speck of dirt
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on his cheek. Three thousand ornamental fruit baskets swing in the smoke.
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"It is our pleasure to have our servant trained some longer time
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in Ireland." Stamp out marks of the Irish. Their saffron smocks.
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All curroughs, bards and rhymers. Desmonds and Fitzgeralds
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stuck on low spikes, an avenue of heads to the war tent.
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Kerry timber sold to the Canaries. Pregnant girls
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hung in their own hair on city walls. Plague crumpling gargoyles
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through Munster. "They spoke like ghosts crying out of their graves."
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