Political Weather

We think we see which way the wind blows -

Easterly and cold for the most part -

And this sour front on the horizon

Thunders in the veins of the body politic,

Howls in the recesses of the night;

Every kind of future is at stake;

Run for shelter or drown.

© BH, 2019

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Another Poetry24 challenge. This time for an acrostic on WEATHER. But these days it’s raining politics. What else can I say?

For Poetry24 on Facebook; acrostic on WEATHER – post 1st November 2019

Linked News Item:
https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/general-election-boris-johnson-dominic-cummings-workington-man-weather-brexit-a9178416.html