The Building Site

Yesterday's dVerse Poets challenge was to write an Imagist poem. Methinks this needs image present to inspire, but as luck would have it I did see one yesterday which much impresed, so here goes...

Two derricks frame the limits
to my field of view.
A child has put them there,
has ruled their chalk lines on
this blackboard of a stormy sky.

Tower and boom
fine as spider silk and straight as light
rays, grace belies
their manliness.

A goal seen through a goal
and in between
the ant-like forms of players take the field.
They're swarming everywhere.

Tower and boom
a solitary sun ray lights
the filigree within.
This fades and then it is
as if another Mondrian has come
and stretched his work in progress
length-ways to the end of sight.

They seem to frame a town.
In truth
it's just another building plot -
and trees -
and roads -
a car park -
and a doctor's surgery
they've tucked their geometric arms around.