Bronwen Sleigh Turbine II, Etching
Gargantuan impossible giants,
ponderous and unsteady
above the landscape,
as if one clumsy misstep
might bring them back to earth,
like spinning tops
shuddering to a giddy fall.
Beneath them,
the pylons,
stand unnoticed now,
that once loped across the fields
above the hay bales
like warriors born of dragon’s teeth.
They are skeletons now,
taut reminders of our diminution,
while the plodding turbines,
tick away at the possibilities of time.
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