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Making a Powerful Point

The Twizy spreads its angel wings in the car park at Stickle Ghyll

However quirky the Twizy is, it comes with a serious message. Our addiction to the car is destroying out fragile planet and we need to nurture alternative transport options while we are out and about at home or on holiday. This is particularly true in an area of natural beauty like the Lake District where millions of us are ruining the very landscape we have come to see by clogging it with carbon. In another sideways look at this little sustainable car, I imagine it is our last hope for survival.

Electric Angel

Night becomes day.
Electric Angel wakes. Wings spread.
It waits. Sunrise vigil of farm, i eld and gate.
Ever ready for the peak time swell, the march of boots
and down clad lad on limestone wall, summer season scars
on brackened fell. Patient. Watchful for the call to quietly roar.
Resume the i ght for cleaner roads, carbon free rides and cycle trails.
Pure and simple electric cell. Chargeable soul with global goal;
to end dependence on the car. To set us free. Poised to be
the wind screened saviour of our National Park.
Roving green lantern, in and out of sight.
Leading us into light, and out of dark.
Before day becomes
eternal
night.

Night becomes day.
Electric Angel wakes. Goodness
radiates from its core. Alloy wheel, a small
defence in a worldwide war. A global lack of sense,
where lake and shore highlight the difference between
now and before. Determined, efi cient and heaven sent,
yet mortal too, standing for everything we once meant,
while we crash and burn our values and truths.
Its dashboard scores the energy spent
in persevering to convert the few.
To steer us far from the end of
the track, bring us back
from dark to light.
Before day
becomes
eternal
night.

Night becomes day.
Electric Angel wakes. Punching
above its weight it takes to the fells
at a pace. Time’s running down, the rivers cloud,
starlings murmer and then cry out loud. Weather bleeds dry.
Leaden heather rusts and dies. Limestone crumbles. Cliff tops crust.
Bare trees topple; dusty roots claw helplessly at empty sky.
Time stalls in a lay-by, while we crawl past the signs
of our decline; gradient too steep to climb.
To prevent this dark future we need a fl eet
of electric angels on all of our streets.
Volts to counter the thunderbolts.
Before nature raises battle cry
and posts her message
across the sky.
That day
will stay
eternal
Night.

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Kirstie Pelling

Kirstie is the creative force and chief poet in residence of poetinmotion.org She is available for residencies, as a conference poet and wedding poet. She is also co-founder of The Family Adventure Project and a regular contributor to many online travel communities.

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Kirstie Pelling

Kirstie is the creative force and chief poet in residence of poetinmotion.org She is available for residencies, as a conference poet and wedding poet. She is also co-founder of The Family Adventure Project and a regular contributor to many online travel communities.

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