(Painting of John the Baptist in the Wilderness by Geertgen tot Sint Jans)
My sister, who I shall refer to as Finn The Poet, sent me this postcard when I was about 14. What hope did I have?
On the back she wrote:
Dear A Thousand Shades of Twilight [well, I have taken a bit of licence here to protect the far from innocent]
Have you ever seen a picture of a saint sulking? Well, here you are. He's having a good old mope. What sort of man would hang around with a sheep anyway?
She has a point. Perhaps his camel hair robes are also getting him down. And the fact that he knew he was always going to be the bridesmaid but never the bride. Poor old "close-but-no-cigar" John the Baptist. I swear that sheep is taunting him.