wind
Type
Poetry

without a city wall

on the road to Ballarat
the argument thick between us
we take a wrong corner

five bald hills   bright white turbines
stand still   like the crucifix waiting
for the infidel     then one by one
east to west    they turn   happy to earn
their keep   stop the speculation

over the fence   four lambs   not yet shorn
lay down
across the field of fluoro canola
a pillar of smoke leans over

Julie Maclean is originally from the UK and now based on the Surf Coast. In 2012 her full-length manuscript was shortlisted for the Crashaw Prize and the PressPress Chapbook Award. In 2010 she was shortlisted for the Whitmore Press Manuscript Prize. Her poetry and fiction has been widely published in Australia and the UK, including The Best Australian Poetry. Her blog is juliemacleanwriter.com

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