Inspired by wind turbines on the beach at Lowestoft

She stands on the horizon
hope for civilization
or blight,
modern construction
lithe limbs trailing
earth, sky and sea

She is a big silver
triskele, pumping
power to the masses
sound like air driven
from a dying
man's lungs

Maiden
Mother
Crone
Maiden
Mother
Crone

Her three arms
will turn eternal
flailing at the elements
drawing power from them
"take it"
she cries, laughing
"it was always yours!"

©Helen Carmichael