Wind Turbine
Monstrous reaper
thrashing arms threshing air
or snowdrop on the bright horizon.
Lost to night,
spinning like the wheel of a ship near wreck
or ponderous, arms on a clockface.
Or stilled.
A crucifixion on the hill.
Birdsong
breaking across the Earth
with the dawn.
James R Kilner’s first collection of poems, Frequencies of Light, is out now. He is a former newspaper journalist and holds a PhD from the University of Leeds. Originally from Yorkshire, he now lives on Tyneside. Please visit www.jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com