Brexit Sonnet No.19 – ‘Cut Him Out In Little Stars’

I wake up in the morning full of hope,
That dam will burst and stagnant water drain.
I refer of course to Brexit’s scaffold rope,
Through noose of which we view our freedom wane.
I take my midday meal with strong belief,
That sense will win and vanquish all that’s wrong.
I resteth not at end of day in grief,
But thankful Brexit endeth day less strong.
What straw exists to break this camel’s back?
Large, like seismic rumbling underground;
Or smaller, one symbolic tic or tack,
Or border, tax or trading scandal found?
Cut him out in little stars to shine,
Twelve as rounded circle, I’ll take as mine.

©Keith Murphy