THOSE CRANES

Monthly Chronicle - - Letters To The Editor - Joan Wil­cox, Ep­ping

Wher­ever I look, those cranes are there - gi­ant Mec­cano pieces, spear­ing the sky. tow­er­ing above, lords of de­mo­li­tion

and growth; Are they re­ally friend or foe? When night falls, strange lights

ap­pear – multi-coloured icons, high in the sky. soon silently moved from here to there - like pawns on the chess­board of Ep­ping. Wher­ever they were, tall tow­ers

emerge – con­crete and glass, re­flect­ing the sky; empty shells now, wait­ing for

neigh­bours; Soon to be­come our friends?

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