Keith Murphy Poet Sonnet

Brexit Sonnet 50 - Where Will This End

Brexit Sonnet No. 50
‘Where will this end?’
 

So where will this end, this turgid crunch of truth?
These plastic straws that break our crumbling back.
This extraction, of healthy growing tooth
From solid jaw that hath no single crack.
I predicteth not, it’s foolish feckless waste
To chart a course of hapless drifting ship.
The end from me is hid, but tears I taste,
As from newly opened eyes they drip.
Little I do, but use the words I’ve got.
‘Spur my proud horse hard, and ride in blood’?
No, I write and with honour, patient plot
My course starlit, atop of flying scud.
‘Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; 
Take honour from me, and my life is done.’

©Keith Murphy

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Beata Agustin October 18, 2025 at 12:25 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.