Napo 14 prompt is to write a sonnet
I wrote this a while ago but have revised it several times today.
She came when she was truly needed.
Like most politicians, she went too far,
curdled the milk of human kindness
into the soup of wannabe riches.
Her me-first society found new ways
to wrest from the have-nots,
give more to the haves.
There is no middle way to paint her,
she is celebrated or reviled.
A monstrous ego with a handbag,
or clever, robust, gutsy lady?
No lukewarm adjectives apply.
The pits are gone – miners on the bier –
go ask about her in South Yorkshire.