Brexit Sonnet 34 - Reckless Love

Brexit Sonnet No. 34 ‘Reckless Love’ O my sweet, my dearest Valentine, I loved you with a passion hard not soft. So unprepared was I to make you mine, Foolish, I stumbled, not counting our passion’s cost. I loved your edges, etched hard in glorious red, I loved your laugh as snowflakes fell around, I loved control, my dearest purest bred, I loved our dreams writ large on bus I found. Our love, it did protest ‘gainst ‘stablished rule, Our ardour, defied the expert’s curséd eye. But no more will I play that stupid fool, As life we build on Brexit’s toxic lie. So love me no more, release your jealous grasp, I craveth not the reckless love you ask. ©Keith Murphy