Poem for Jeremy Corbyn
(parable of the signpost and the weathercock)
by Merryn Williams
The weathercock is varnished gilt,
rotates in every wind.
The signpost marks the road that mounts,
the miles you left behind.
You’ve walked so far, your breath is short;
with jaded eyes you scan
a universe of spin and spite
to find an honest man.
A paper storm invades your street;
the words return to air.
You pause, undress some walking suit
and find there’s nothing there.
Without a storm, the puppets sag,
the paper turns to dust.
Yet still you’ll walk a thousand miles
to find a man you trust.
This poem first appeared in the book POEMS FOR JEREMY CORBYN, edited by the author, published by Shoestring last year.