In this meantime
we wait to leave
or to remain
o Europe
unknowing
your shallows and deep wells
Your terrors and your dreams
the dragon's teeth of yesterday
tomorrrow's harvesting.
Europe
your hope
o Albion or
a rope
oiled and greased
to hang on or to slip
into the void.
Flesh feeds on worms
longing for light
we lie in the dark
gleaming like shards
from broken windows.
May the lost sun rise
may the deeps rejoice
may seeing be wise,
hear Europe's voice.
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Author:
standalane (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is an expression of my despair that so much of the argument seems trivial and selfish , focussing on immediate problems which in a few years may have no bearing on the question of leave or remain. The larger and more permanent issues of climate change, inequality and health all affected by trade, education and financial structures are untouched.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
WELCOME FRIEND - Thanks for your excellent first poem ELEGY - A lament for Mourning ! An elegantly constructed poem replete with rhyme rhythm and wisdom. I'm 33 so I have another 66 years to live so I agree we must take a long-term view on the UK's membership of the EU and that gives only one sensible way to vote IN ! Och ! vote remain ~ an' ye'll no be alane ~ fer wi'oot doot ~ anly a foo' would vote fer OOT! Thanks for sharing BRIAN.
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