I’ve been reading some poetical analysis of late, which has been great – given me some really nice ideas for things going forward, even if it has taken a fair bit of time away from now.
This is, self evidently, about Gary Ballance’s marathon second innings 203*, and its loosely based on a blason, so make of that what you will.
(Hampshire v Yorkshire – Day 4)
From beneath a fixed plastic peak
watchful eyes coruscate only for survival.
With the heart’s accounting of triumphs now forgotten
Astride the final day as a true new leader
with feet still nimble and primed.
At last! A low flourish,
and then he shakes hands, his work done,
his battle won.