Saturday 3 March 2018


By Joy Mawby

new wine 

‘It was not your fault,’ my friends tell me. ‘It was your mother’s. She should not have insisted.’
            But I’m the one who asked the King for it to be done. I’m the one who, smiling, carried the head before me on a platter. And now I see his head each time I hear the musicians play in the great hall.
            I shall not dance again.

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