Captured.
The wind sees naught.
Sun moon and stars outshine
with caution for they are not blind
knowing gale's blow cannot be altered.
The wind hurls darts.
His lash is not aimless
for evoking high waves breakers
are heightened then flattened when calm.
The wind works alone.
With rush Simoon entraps
air as he lifts cottage latches
and howls loudly to make himself known.
Yet wind is captured.
In the mill's mighty sails
decides not to be enslaved
but writhes caught inside man-made paddles.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Catching the Wind - so very hard to do! I love that the Mill won......... they are so lovely.
Bully for the mill - lovely structure Fay.
Thanks FAY for another winsome Rural Ode. Because I am a Scientist I love WIND TURBINES with their clean lines and aerodynamic engineering ! Some LUDDUITES see them as visual pollution ! In EAST ANGLIA we have some Working Real Windmills and they are MAJESTIC by comparison ~ AND they produce FLOUR one of life's staples rather than electricity which is a 20th C luxury and unfortunately a 21st C necessity ! Thanks for reminding us of the WIND-AGE ~ Yours as always ~ BRIAN
Good write Fay.
Wonderful write Fay, the wind can be friend or foe.
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