Fire: a song for Mistress Askew
David Harsent, 19 December 2013
“... fythynesse, rust, menstrue, swylle, mannys durt, adders egges, the brede of lyes … Johan Bayle The firebug rises whistling from the fire. Slats laid on the overlap, branches at a pitch, as for Anne Askew wordless under torture, so broken the hangman’s crew carried her to the stake, a seat where she sat astride ... ”