Sir Alan Ward has signed of his “penultimate judgment in the Court of Appeal” with some rather poetic prose; so poetic in fact, I could not resist the urge to put in line breaks. The two key passages of the appeal, which carry some pathos are here. After underlining that the appellant must lose, he continued…
But all of that is of no moment.
He had indicated that he was soon to move
and he has moved from the mooring.
He has thrown off the bow lines
and sailed away from the safe harbour
though whether to catch
the trade winds in his sails
or just withstand the buffetings
of the gales in the English Channel
I know not.
After underlining that this is his penultimate judgment after 18 years in the Court of Appeal, he continues:
I am a kindred spirit
who has sailed away from the safe harbour
of the Royal Courts of Justice,
not at all sure how to explore,
or what to dream
or what I am about to discover.
I wonder if his final judgment is written. Perhaps a judgment in blank verse beckons.
(HT Adam Wagner and Andrew Keogh for spotting this)