power plant

by janet crawford trenchard
copyright 2008

driving along in the dark
earth and sea to either side
expecting to be surprised as always
by silvery stilts
rising out of the mist, Atlantis
spreading its net oflights
I wonder
if I missed it somehow
then suddenly crane my neck
to see it standing there
on stiff spiderlegs, unlit
a driveby tour of a dead fairyland
some woeful message
spelled out in enormous runes
indecipherable, reaching out to us
from oblivion




Categories: poem by janet crawford trenchard

2 replies

  1. Eeks! You are right Janet. I will have to fix this!!

    Bea

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  2. mmmm, bit of a problem….where is rest of poem?

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