Wind Farm

after an age 

of driving past 

chimneys and cooling towers

farmland unrolling

under the low sky


drizzle blurs the 

gigantic emergence of

a wind turbine 

blades dipping in 

and out of cloud


more follow –

a clandestine gathering

staggered across the horizon

a crescendo of blades

reaping air

and luckless birds


a silent revolution

rewinding the clock 

second by second


Runner up

Writers’ Forum Poetry Contest

Issue 155 2014



About Rob

Amateur photographer and haijin.
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