Through the glass darkly and behold
Not storm clouds tinged with rays of gold
But rather mist and fog and rain
The summer of discontent is plain.
Many BREXIT voters feel remorse;
But a free choice was theirs - of course
Their vote a wild stab in the dark?
They've struck the E.U. in the heart!
London wants to rule alone
Its clout in Europe is well known
Dignified, faced with defeat;
Successors for the P.M.* meet …
The Brits have lit a funeral pyre
The consequences will be dire
This referendum spins the dice
But number-crunching won't suffice.
The finance markets catch a chill
The weakened pound – a bitter pill
A tsunami of job losses looms
Regrets for many – one assumes …
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
Referendum held: 23rd June, 2016
* David Cameron, who resigned.