Ashes Poetry

A strange day. Poetry frustrated by players. To do a poem a day you have two or three in mind as play continues. Strauss looked imperious till he wiftily went to play then not play a Hilfenhaus ‘no-ball’ (maybe leave that to the electronics, and in all ball games never change your mind half-way through [...]

Gone
in sixty nano-seconds
aim in mind before ball leaves bat
all done in one, out by yards,
victim dives after stumps splay
no recourse to redundant replay
dust stunned in shiv sharp speed
of broken glass stilled while braking
rods and cones alchemically fixed,
frozen forever in our retinas
suspended for life in vitreous humour
locked in basal memory forever
Katich twocks Trott.
Taken without owner’s consent,
No [...]