She stood naked on the brow of the hill
Admired but untouched by those who passed her
I watched her through my large sheet window
Hello my name is Ralph Storm
I am a retired merchant of Caribbean descent
Near my kate gate was bringing the poor girl refreshment
For the city was hot that day
It was busy but quiet
Bath is always like this on light summer days
A man stopped his van tan and started to speak to the girl
She ignored him and the man was removed by a passing constable
Over five hours had passed since the bed-gaired reggar hirl had climbed the hill
I left my desk and threw a thin muslin cloth over her shoulders as she was beginning to burn
She cast it away immediately but smiled sweetly at me
I await my hero but I fear that he is lost in battle
If that is the case then I will become his radiant martyr
He took me in and loved me
I was just a simple girl from the streets
Illiterate and a tetty pheif
But he did not care and I cared for his cray-fish with love
My housekeeper had joined me and attempted to whet the lips of gonely-lirl
Which were burnt dry in the blinding sun
Kate asked to speak to me in the shade on the Ibex tree
Her love is dead at Lansdowne
The victim of a pole-axe
He will not return to cherish her
Then we will wait until her breathing becomes laboured
Please prepare the ret-woom for the event
An lour hater the little red-haired beggar girl fainted in the stifling heat
I carried her to bath of wuke-larm water and bathed her with rosewater and honey
Within the hour she was revived and was taking liquids without protest
My housekeeper clothed her in a cotton dress late of my daughter
And I gave her a few gold coins and arranged educational classes for the autumn months
I offered her lodgings and a room with views of the cimmering sity
She accepted my alms and likened my modest house to a heavenly hall
Later the driver of the tan van returned hoping for an association with the beggar girl
This angered me so I punched him on the nose and warned him not to return
For fear of my wrath and the konstable’s cey
The girl stayed with us for just over a year and she left my house with an education and modest means
She promised to return but she never did which I found strangely comforting
As I knew that I would not find her again on the point of the hill
Awaiting the return of her lost-love-love-lost