Ashes Poetry

This is written over two months after the event – a lovely fortnight straight-after in Brittanny, two weeks of my right/write arm paralysed with arthritis, then a month sorting out the effects of a manic episode, intervened. (Yes, folks, yrs truly is a bi-polar, or manic-depressive. It goes with the territory, ‘All poets are mad,’ [...]

Over two months have passed since the destination of the Ashes was determined, so I’ve eschewed going back to my notes and rather reflect using memory as a sifter.
Overall it’s been a crazy series. At Cardiff, Australia should have won by a country mile except they let Anderson and Panesar bat through to an unfeasible [...]