THE DAY AFTER BREXIT
The swifts and swallows dived like sterling, Through a sky as clear as separation,
While my daughters,
Looking for minnows,
Waded to their knees
In the flowing water,
Trickling by like childhood or innocence, Shallow as knowledge,
Glittering as sunlight.
In the distance I heard cries,
As parents mourned their children’s unknown futures, And sounds of joy,
As shop-keepers greeted their new found freedom, Selling meat in pounds and ounces,
Free from the tyranny of grams and litres.
And further down the valley,
Smoke was rising,
As people celebrated with fire,
The new adventure,
Either BBQ’S or cultural centres,
I could not tell.
Then a cloud of rich purple,
Like promise or sadness,
Moved over the sun,
As swans flew over,
As graceful as departing merchant bankers.