renewable
By Di_Hard
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Bluebell slopes shimmer
bright green shade full
of cool incense. Then
across the field
airy Rumplestiltskins
white, slim as bird bones
spin, slow spooling
unseen power
an even, lower blue
beyond ; fallen-feather-
small sails track
while high, light in light
wide winged gulls pass
Time through needle's eye
of warm May sky
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I have never heard of wind
I have never heard of wind turbines (?) referred to as rumplestiltskins before. They look so graceful and other-worldly for a distance, don't they? Some wonderful imagery in this poem Di
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The airy Rumplestiltskins got
The airy Rumplestiltskins got me too - a wonderful description. That's what they'll be from now on.
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I get told off for calling
I get told off for calling them windmills, when I can't remember the word turbines!
I liked the description here of them as like white slim bird bones. Is the last but one stanza referring to the feather-like sails on the sea? It seems a lovely peaceful breezy summery scene! Rhiannon
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I enjoyed your poem Di, it
I enjoyed your poem Di, it had a lighthearted feel to it as I read. I could feel the cool air as the turbines rotate.
Relaxing read.
Jenny..
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