1 Feb 2012. I haven't as yet seen it for myself as there are no copies of
Lincolnshire Pride magazine in my local newsagents but I have been told that my poem is in there. I am still putting my thoughts together on the issue of the rapid expansion of windfarms all over the landscape of Lincolnshire. They get a mention in many of my landscape poems as they are now a feature of the landscape whether we like it or not.
An epoch of giant clocksexpand across thesea and landSwallowing nature
in their impatient spin
and rapacious span
A meadow of metal petals
are flowers in the wind
petal propellers spinned
A fleet of alien aircraft
have landed in a field of wheat
The noses of a squadronof spitfires, all routedto the ground havenowhere to go,their egg-shaped enginessit in feathery cloudshigh up in the skyrolls of hay below What do they lay ?
When do they sow ?
I tread lightly
as I return to track
from my windy trail
inside a windfarm gale
While a swarm
of swallows
swiftly swoop and sweep
nearby
as if reclaiming
back the sky