A couple of weeks ago, I listened to British Psychotherapist, Philippa Perry, interviewed on ABC’s Conversations. She made a passing remark about BREXIT and it has been mulling in my head ever since. I have tried to turn it into a poem. Let me know what you think.
Feelings considered inefficient & discounted swiftly – high pitched, soft, too target slow. Inappropriate - board room dippy, it’s not the business world we know. Steel and grit are the business winners. Toughened glass our office towers, hardwood desks, and glistening tiles all in favour titanium eyeballs cymbal crash and tight, small smiles. But what if… says one psychiatrist refers to BREXIT – the referendum - voters’ feelings unacknowledged, one part cornered by Zuckerberg henchmen - market prices the very bloodless heart. What if there had been real conversation? Discontent hung out like old blankets for airing under public scrutiny’s nose There and shared and sniff-test compared leaving space where understanding grows. Feelings considered, real as any boardroom table, inevitably finding footings in times to come full of fear and fierce as fire where bloody hearts still dare to thrum.