A Hope for the Future


Last week he cast his vote, musing over

the strange expression, as though he was discarding it.

It was his first election since he turned eighteen.

His mates, those too young to register, laughed and said

It’s just as well you only need to mark a cross.

His mother told him of those who died for suffrage,

impressed on him that ballot papers were not

just a symbol of his rights, but of his responsibilities.

It was, she said, his civic duty. He nodded, didn’t say

he’d always meant to vote, impatient for the opportunity.


Yesterday he woke well before two, revision papers scattered

across his bedroom floor, a strange and orange light

shifting beyond his curtains, the air through open windows

dense and acrid, the night-quiet ripped by sirens, voices.

He woke his mother; together they stared in disbelief.


He tugged on jeans and vest, headed out to see if he could help.

The social club was heaving – the dispossessed, the volunteers,

the broken and the fixers, all sleep-torn, shocked and weary.

He sorted through donations: piles of clothes and bedding;

bags of bread and fruit; boxes packed with tins and toiletries..

He hefted shrink-wrapped bales of bottled water;

handed shoes to barefoot kids; wrapped blankets

round the shoulders of the shaken, fearful, grieving.


At eight he left, still in vest and jeans, hoped his college

would understand; would forgive the stench of smoke,

his lateness, his lack of pens and ruler. They did.

They offered extra time to answer A level questions

on Shakespeare, Chekhov, Chaucer. He declined.

Gotta go. Stuff to do. And baseball hat in one hand

mobile in the other, he headed back to Westminster,

to loaded trolleys, to helping, sorting, giving.


He didn’t stop to think, but if he had perhaps

he would have felt the resonance, the friction rub

of vote and action, the synergy, the politics of doing.



Angi Holden

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4 Responses to A Hope for the Future

    1. Superb, Angi, and of such reach – thank you from Christo.

      Comment by Christo James on 29 June, 2017 at 10:59 am
    2. That is absolutely wonderful.

      Comment by Cathy Thomas-Bryant on 29 June, 2017 at 11:08 am
    3. This is incredible!

      Comment by KB on 29 June, 2017 at 9:57 pm
    4. A wonderful poem.
      Thank you Angi Holden.
      Love from,

      Maureen Weldon

      Comment by maureen Weldon on 1 July, 2017 at 10:35 pm

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