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Solar Farm, Sudbury<\/strong><\/p>\n Two boys balance on a five-bar gate. where an alien crop has sprung up row upon row of solar panels supplicate Behind the mirrors of photovoltaic cells, and the air hums with electrons One boy flings a stone, waits for a hit, There\u2019s nothing more than a tick-tick-tick among dust-choked wildflowers and cables<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mark Done<\/strong> completed an MA in Creative Writing at Nottingham Trent University in 2015. His work has appeared in two student anthologies and online at LeftLion,<\/em> Nottingham’s culture magazine. He was awarded a merit in the Nottingham Open Poetry Competition 2014. Twitter: @markdone1.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Solar Farm, Sudbury Two boys balance on a five-bar gate. Ready for take-off, they lean into a field where an alien crop has sprung up among native hedgerows and trees \u2013 row upon row of solar panels supplicate southwards like deckchairs on a beach. Behind the mirrors of photovoltaic cells, an alchemy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10083","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10083","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10083"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10083\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10086,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10083\/revisions\/10086"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10083"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10083"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10083"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nReady for take-off, they lean into a field<\/p>\n
\namong native hedgerows and trees \u2013<\/p>\n
\nsouthwards like deckchairs on a beach.<\/p>\n
\nan alchemy of light is taking place<\/p>\n
\nreleasing like a bottle losing its fizz.<\/p>\n
\nto see if stuff comes oozing out.<\/p>\n
\nas the stone skitters, then falls<\/p>\n