With my back to the chapel wall
I know, from Cedd’s faithful orientation
I am facing East.
And in a bracing onshore wind,
I look out to sea.
Within moments I am assailed
by a breath-sapping gust
and simultaneously seized by the vista.
A makeover after millennia
of changelessness.
Tall white tapering candles of steel
surmounted by swirling blades
eagerly drawing energy
from the same - but amplified wind.
These are our hope.
But grief stricken, I see
that even now
they are threatened by
the menacing blackness
of earlier constructed rigs.
In the foreground,
grasses sway and dragonflies dart,
while they still can.
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