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Friday, January 31, 2020

Robert Sheppard: one sonnet from 'Breakout' my first Brexit poem for Brexodus Night


didn’t think


it would be like this green murk 
slanted light catches the national fish basking
just below the surface black lengths wait
sluggish broody & autarkic stirring things up


for a jape the men see where 
to cast their bait vote British now 
it’s an antonym to paki spat in 
the street but the fish rest unmoved


as a terror truck ploughs into a 
celebrant crowd its national day 100s of 
miles away the continent we no longer
belong to our sympathy tempered by autonomy –


they’ve got our country back for us
and now they want it for themselves


Those last two lines seem prophetic of this hour, though written in 2016.

This poem is from 'The English Strain' book one, which I describe here.



Bad Idea ((book two of 'The English Strain') is described fully (with links to other published poems from the work) here:

https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/09/on-bad-idea-and-reference-to-earlier.html

Idea’s Mirror (the last part of book two!) is described here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/12/my-last-ideas-mirror-post-election-poem.html