Brexit Sonnet 48 - Weather Report

Brexit Sonnet No. 48 ‘Weather Report’ I’m the ‘Beast from the East’, a blizzard of painful degree, The bus and the train now refuse to adhere to the clock. With a blast of my breath, your diaries I now can wipe free, And postman’s delayed; I make silent his regular knock. Schools I can shut with a blink of my icicled eye, And wildlife I kill with a beat of my cold hearted heart. Bills I will raise through the roof as my snow passes by And misery I bring, as power lines and cables I part. Events I can cancel and trash, I do what I like. I’m the sting in the tail, winter’s last roll of the dice. But humbled I be when I see the Beast next to strike, Armed to the teeth and not pleasant nor patient nor nice. The ‘Beast that is Brexit ‘; I’m frightened so quickly withdraw. Beast do not leap till après my imminent thaw. ©Keith Murphy