Sonnet 1,218


Decayed decade – ten years were at their end;

All possibilities were drunk away;
As love ignored so sex was put to bed;
As wine and beer made sleep the new awake.

Where pubs were homes, their homes razed to the ground;
Their vows unmade as lies became new truths;
What once was solid now in liquid drowned;
Unsolvable by self nor god nor sleuth.

But all these broken breakages were musts;
The dark allowing light to shine right through;
Permitting love so pure of heart and trust;
Empowering a hope from muse anew.

For now it’s clear why marriage did not take;
Now raise a glass and drink to true love’s sake.

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