Fire: a song for Mistress Askew
David Harsent, 19 December 2013
“... enmyes now I have than hairs upon my hedd. (She stood her ground.) Then the byshopp sayd, I shuld be brente. * Anne, you are nothing to me. Only that you knew best how to unfasten your gown while they waited at the rack. Only that she was hard prest which I can’t now shake from my mind. Only that black flux flowed from you, that they let you void and ... ”