Brexit Blues

(Morning After)

From Planet 252

A poem by Menna Elfyn

I hail a taxi and he’s there.
I savour the bustle of London,
keep shtum ’til he asks how I voted.
I tell him I’m disappointed
to which he pipes up
‘I woke up and felt free for the first time –
felt British again.’
I did not let on that I was Welsh.
He says being ‘free’ felt good,
I did not say I dreamed too when young
of a ‘free Wales’.
‘We mustn’t be negative’, he says,
but now we can choose who comes in
– sort out those we don’t want – keep out –
I did not say I believed in ‘strangers’,
how alone we all are on this patch of land.