Brexit (a Shakespearean sonnet) by Phillippa Bower

We’ve been together for forty years,

And faced the tumult of the world as one,

Known times of laughter and of tears.

And we have profited from our union,

Grown prosperous as trade increased

Turned away those  who would encroach

And  forced our enemies to offer peace.

Why must this coupling be broached?

You rush towards the federal mire.

 I’ve wept, entreated, but you have not heard.

Made arrogant by  your desire.

So I must leave and like a bird

Freed from its cage rise high into the sky

And sing “goodbye, lost paradise, goodbye.”

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About Rosemary Noble

Writer, author, amateur historian and traveller
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