Islander

Written while on holiday on the Isle of Wight, 2020. In the news was the Corona pandemic, refugees arriving by dingy on the coast of Kent, and the Brexit deal.

Bird’s eye view of Ise of Wight. Ventnor.
Perhaps it's because we're an island race
That each year we're called to the sea;
Packing up bags and longing to taste
The salty air, relax and just be. 

This group of isles off Europe's coast
Settled by Romans, then the Saxon's home,
Conquered by Normans, (the Nazis almost);
Come together in the British genome.

Is it because we're an island race
And the sea defines our borders,
That some are conscious of limited space 
 So call for tighter immigration orders.

Maybe it's because we're an island race
That some fear being over run.
While others are willing to reach and embrace
Seeing all humans as one.

No one is an island, the poet wrote
So naming our inter-dependency 
And yet the channel has become our moat.
Pull up the drawbridge, Brexit's our legacy.
Carisbrooke Castle. Newport. Isle of Wight.
View from the barricades. Carisbrooke.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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