Brexit Sonnet 19 - Cut Him Out In Little Stars

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, Though 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