Well, that went down like a lead balloon –
Oops, look I think we broke the Union
And broke an older union too;
When Brexiteers speak of sovereignty
They mean sovereignty for who?
This doesn’t represent me,
Feels like I’m on a ship of fools
Steaming through an icy sea,
Too great to sink, or so we think,
A wreck to rank in history;
Remember the Titanic?
But just imagine, if back then,
They had not forged full steam ahead
And the captain noticed, slowed down
And took an alternative route instead?
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
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Word-weaver and artist. I'm Co-founder of Nott Normal; a Nottinghamshire based independent accessible, adaptive and gently provocative arts collaboration. Resident story-weaver for set of virtual Cottage in the Woods courses by Yelala from late autumn 2020, early Spring 2021. My writing and art have recently been part of Poems on Prescription, the National Museum of Justice's (UK) acclaimed Letters of Restraint, and The National Holocaust Memorial Centre's (UK) What is Testimony? Art and written work has appeared in various independent publications including LeftLion, Miknaf Haaretz, and Proliterat. I'm a warrior of various disabilities and chronic illnesses with an MA in Human Security (Peace and Human Development). I've worked in creative conflict resolution, sustainability & interfaith work. I stood for parliament (& local gov) in 2015, getting 9.9%, in the top 20 national results for the party. I've since left politics unless you count negotiating between three cats and a laptop. I love animals, my favourite humans, wild landscapes, accessible cities and the sea.
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