Lincolnshire Wind Farms

Tick Tock Tick Tock

An epoch
Of giant clocks expand
Across the sea and land
Swallowing nature
In their impatient spin
And rapacious span

A meadow
Of metal petals
All planted in a row
Are flowers in the wind
Petal propellers spinned

The noses
From a squadron of spitfires
Routed and earthbound
Have nowhere to go
But a mighty draft
Their noisy turbines blow

A fleet
Of alien aircraft have landed
In a field of wheat
Their egg-shaped engines
Sit in feathery clouds
High up in the sky
Their giant feet
In rolls of hay below

What do they lay ?
When do they sow ?

I tread
Lightly as I return to track
While nearby
A swarm of starlings
Swoop and sweep and swirl
In cartwheel curls
As if reclaiming back their sky

First published in 2011. Has had a recent revision and has been published by my local press, Louth Leader, in Feb 2014. To be published by Forward Poetry inside the anthology 'Off The Page - A Collection Of poetry' this summer 2014.