A few years ago I was invited to write and perform some poetry with an ecological theme. I have always been reminded of Wordsworth’s ‘Daffodils’ every time I see a group of wind turbines, and it inspired me to write this poem:
Daffodils *after 'Daffodils' - William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er fracking lines. When all at once I saw a crowd, a host of pure white wind turbines. Besides the mines, beneath ozone each one a hand of God, alone. Continuous as the stars which choke, polluted in the filthiest way. They stretched in never-ending droves, fighting for justice on the smoggy day. Four hundred I saw at a gaze - spiralling heads in polluted haze. The wind around them danced but they, battled in their fight for energy. An eco-warrior could not be gay, in a battle for survival of ecology I gazed and gazed – but could not think what beauty before me, a carbon-free link. For oft, when on my bed I lie In despair or in a futile mood, they spark a hope within my soul, of a planet-saving attitude. And then my heart with gratitude shines and dances with the wind turbines. ©2022 Sarah Drury