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A poem for 12th July, and Brexit.

A Ragged Flag

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse12 Jul 2016

I look upwards
to blue streaming
with scudding clouds,
and my nation's flag.

It flaps wildly,
rattling the metal staff
shrilly, arrythmically,
a gunfire cracking

edge thrashes
torn and frayed,
as though from battle:
a colour to die beneath with pride.

Not this one:
a sunset ritual
proved too much effort
for its patriotic owner.

12th July