Brexit Sonnet No. 151 ‘What Comes Next? ’

Now we wonder, wonder what comes next, 
This quietness, this disturbing silent stand, 
No script can I find for this, nor no text
To follow in this uncharted Brexit land. 
So focus, fix your eyes upon the goal, 
Those European votes, the end of May. 
Don’t stay quiet, use this proxy poll
To show this curse one infinite delay. 
For now, with ample time to look and stare, 
This time is dangerous, this time we spend alone, 
Whilst others can chart and plan a course with care, 
From reasoned senses hath Blighty Britain flown. 
We lack the dramas now of recent days, 
So just beware of deceitful Brexit’s ways.

© Keith Murphy