Hello my lovely readers
A brief return to politics today, albeit obliquely, because it's struck me how much it's helping being away during the UK election. I'm still anxious about the future, and definitely not complacent (please, please go and vote if you haven't already!), but I think this distance is as helpful as the distance from the more general seasonal vibe.
12th December 2019
This sonnet, once again, concerns relief -
this time, from my emotional distress -
around th'ever present election news briefs
and waiting for results to go to press.
Yes there's a part of me which is still worried
but (because we are two whole hours ahead)
a while before reporting gets too torrid
we'll all be blissfully tucked up in bed.
That's not to say I've not thought constantly
about what we'll wake up to on the morrow,
but distance helps me think more hopefully
and muse on optimism and not sorrow.
For now, the fact the country might turn Labour's
a possibility I mean to savour.
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